
In lands without freedom
Words whisper revolution
In places where words are muted
Drums drum deafening silence
In the din of chaos
Silence in welcome
What is repressed
Expresses in fervor
It’s only bound
To find a way…
Savvy

In lands without freedom
Words whisper revolution
In places where words are muted
Drums drum deafening silence
In the din of chaos
Silence in welcome
What is repressed
Expresses in fervor
It’s only bound
To find a way…
Savvy

Just a quick question…
How many of you writers, have felt people equating your creative writing with your life?
As a writer I do know that creativity comes up in the most unexpected moments. It may have or not at all have anything to your own experiences. Much of the creative process can happen in attention to details as a keen observer, in witness mode , in associations of thoughts and feelings and in sensing emotions in empathy, concern or care, that may have or not have any personal connotations.
Writing is the freedom of expression in flights of imagination, its a beautiful art and that is free for interpretation once it has been published. For the writer has chosen to let it go…
How it came to be, is a mystery sometimes to the Author too😉
Savvy
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