Attached: Senryu

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Miss you every day
Though my glass is half full
It is half empty

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on February 13, 2020, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

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