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Mitch Bensel·August 13, 2021

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Find Me

written by: Mitch Bensel

@MitchRambling

I don’t know much, truly..
am simple with needs
easy as the wind that carries a wish
inside my depth
where no one has ever touched
where no voice has slipped into
is her whisper
yet unheard
waiting on a shore of dreams
leaning into every small hope
listening to
all the ways of life
the feel of .. forever
into forever
more
.. please find
me . . just
whisper..

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Mitch Bensel

Multi genre author, Time of Death ER book, spoken word cd's, Psychological thriller, On The Edge of Evil, Children's books.
Rock hound, grandparent, retired EMT

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

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