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Shernaz verses about loneliness, muse, creativity and more, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
A certain restlessness sands my spirit filing away at vivacity creating a vacant room in the inner realms Out of this loneliness possessing my psyche arise specters of limping creativity braced by a jaded muse Still I write, I write knowing not what sense my words make Do they convey what I want to say to the outside world? Who knows? The ceaseless magic and beauty of our planet slowly seeps into me I am grateful for all that IS Wasting no moments...none of those that I am still blessed with, in this winter of life I must saturate evanescent time with utmost aliveness.
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Thank you Saf. Good to know the poem resonates with you.
Ahh Shernaz, you certainly DO whisper to my soul, and my spirit is further uplifted. What a wonderful gift you have to tell how there can still be loneliness though your creative mind is filled with beauteous thoughts and characters (next stop, the burning necessity to share!) Thank you, lovely lady!
Christine, that’s one of the most amazing comments I have received
One that I will always be motivated by, one to be treasured. I bow in gratitude.