Shadow: Quatrain


He became her lover
She became his love
The brighter the light
The blacker the darkness

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 June 16, 2020, in Poetry, Quatrain and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Opposites attract! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Hope all is well in your world Ben ๐Ÿ™‚ Thoughts your way

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  2. Could there be light without dark? I’d ask a painter.

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  3. Yin/Yang comes to mind. โ˜ฏ๏ธ
    I really like this, Ben.

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