Conception Poem by Sandra Feldman
Conception
You start feeling something,
Remembering, Breathing,
Living,
And it comes,
Like a torrent of molten Lava,
The immaculate conception,
Of inner creation,
From where and how?
Secretive sensation,
Like Love,
No one has ever been able,
To explain its formulation,
But there it is, done,
The most enigmatic mystery,
Of all creation,
Artistic revelation.
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4/24/2024 10:09:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely wonderful Sandra. Beautiful and so very truthful. That inspiration of art like love springs from a place unknown but is so pure and true in it's birth. Wonderful. :)