Memoir of Innocence
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Within preciousness,
Creation.
Fearfully.
Perfection personified

The purpose known
The design, yet.
The reason, searched.
The answer, awaiting.

A Herald, sent.
Innocence embraced
Time to confusion , reasons set aside.
A wanderer without a star.

Seasons passed,
Tidings told,
Tempests tamed,
Tales, never to be told

Pain, a faithful companion
Sorrow, his loyal comrade
Patience, the blessed fruit
Joy, remained hope.

Decades remained misunderstood
A fib of mind
A tale of yearning
All, but what was.

Little to know.
The searching was for..
Answers ancient found.
Fulfillment, then desire.

By the banks of clarity, rest
The missing piece
Was the first piece
Perfection personified.

ABOUT THE COLUMNIST

Sherril Netto, workaholic by day, poet by night, almost rings the story of Dr. Jackel and Mr. Hyde. Sherril finds solace away from the hustle and bustle of the work place and enjoys the quiet of her abode, a glass of wine in one hand and a pen in the other; a note pad all ready to welcome the raw scribbles of her inspired words. Nebula’s Quillbrings her writings to cyber space and amazingly has touched the hearts of complete strangers at the other end of the globe. Truly a remarkable poet.

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