Here in the darkness
For oft the mind
Seeks inspiration
From need to unwind
It needs not flowers
Meadow or perfect dawn
Only peace and quiet
To hear itself; be drawn.
With ink or brush
Or paint or quill
Its thoughts at a rush
To be inscribed by will
And want for space
To be observed
And perhaps rephrased
To fit different canvas
And parchment anew
Adjusting by wider Point of View.
Sreedevi
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