<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[zeitgeist poetry ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Through words, we find our identities; this is what makes zeitgeist's poetry unique—deriving inspiration from the chaos of everyday life. ]]></description><link>https://yasminscherrer.wixsite.com/zeitgeist/my-blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 17:22:02 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://yasminscherrer.wixsite.com/zeitgeist/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[WHITE]]></title><description><![CDATA[Winter holds me, a cold grip on my throat, but different than summer the pressure stays at that, breaks no bones, kills in a gentle...]]></description><link>https://yasminscherrer.wixsite.com/zeitgeist/post/white</link><guid isPermaLink="false">66f512d5212f402045667cb5</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 26 Sep 2024 07:53:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f2d37d_ef646ced826e4765906a38a88717b328~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Yasmin Scherrer | zeitgeist </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poem of a Dying Forest]]></title><description><![CDATA[At first, it’s the leaves; they fall and fall so silently, like drizzle making way for sun. 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