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NESSA SHERON

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The Stones That Build Us

Grounded into the rivers of our hearts

Peculiar curves they hold

We layer them one by one to speak for us

To identify us

We encourage ourselves with its rough color of choosing neither one shade or another

We name them one by one as experiences, memories, and tokens of wisdom

With time and a collection of more we then learn to inspect them

| Nessa Sheron

 

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| Another Vision Of A City

A snippet of Toronto through my eyes: A POEM


In the midst of towers high lives a flame below this city’s fiery sky

A territory of motivation

A history of fright and darkness

Now a place of a gusting wind moving all to unravel their deepest perspectives and inner visions

Its inspirational detail lives as an empty canvas

A beauty that resides in its unique charm of culture and hope

Stories to admire of old, highlighting my youth with its colours of vibrancy

I beam in its laughter of lights everywhere esteeming to place my streaks into its mystic air


©NessaSheron

Gorgeously Poetic Lines Of The Bible

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land – Songs Of Solomon 2:12

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. – Proverbs 25:11

Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.- Proverbs 16:24

Open rebuke is better than secret love. – Proverbs 27:5

Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold. – Psalm 68:13

Jehovah hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet. – Nahum 1:3

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A Rose Can Touch More

img_20170103_1038012A rose can touch what is unseen with the softness of its petals, going deeper than the pierce of its thorns.

The rose is a lesson, a teacher, a healer, a reflector.

An imagery of good dwelling with the bad and the hearts decision to rest on its petals beauty.

It is a mysterious construct for our eyes to perceive but our souls to see.


©NessaSheron

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