A PERFECT STORM

Light in a time of darkness.

Bits of things that pop into this mind.

Maestro please. 

A masterpiece. 

Lightning that strikes the core perfectly.

A thunderous clap.

Clouds stream in quickly.

Raindrops race down, cooling everything.

Such a perfect melody.

Natures symphony,

conducted perfectly. 

All while the world continues to gravitate harmoniously.

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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 August 3, 2020, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Poetry, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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