Expressionism Poem by Sandra Feldman

Expressionism



I love when words come to me,
They're my dearest company,
They sustain, my breath, my vision,
My length of humanism,
There is so much I want to express!
Words allow me, this intimate caress.

Monday, December 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: self discovery
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