Sandra Feldman Poems

At Sunset,
At the end of the day's spheres,
That turn, with their unrelenting fears,
Everything seems less clear,
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Of Life and Love,
So many things to say,
But do we ever understand,
Why they are just that way.
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It's crazy what goes thru,
A Poet's mind,
Even what is hidden brew,
In human hieroglyphics,
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What does it mean to be free?
'That I don't have to think like you
Or you like me'
We can still be friends,
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A poem breaths,
Redemption,
To the stratosphere,
Of the poet's mind,
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Reality or Fiction?
Surreal or Real?
Can't believe,
The continual squeal,
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You feel, you write,
You write, you feel,
And then the layers start to peel,
And then some things just lose appeal,
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