Sandra Feldman Poems

Tonight,
I want to write,
A poem that's all white,
No colors,
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In the loveless, lonely night,
When all dreams have taken flight,
I love you.
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Even if you did not love me,
I would love you all the same,
For in True Love there is no pride,
There is no shame.
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Poems are not made of words,
They're made of inner feelings,
Words instead of colors, paint,
The portrait of our inner state,
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Poetry is like a prayer,
In your moments of despair.

It can be a guiding light,
In the darkness of your night.
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The Solitude,
That shapes my mood,
Has taken hold, today,
It grips my soul,
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When true love
Is really there,
You never tire
Of one another,
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A Love that is:
Deeper than the deepest Sea,
Deeper than all Love can be,
Deeper than the mystery,
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Miami has a pickle smell,
A smell that tells you all is well,
You enter in a restaurant,
And eat and eat all that you want.
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Born in the USA,
Where today,
Public toilets are a problem,
And we are considered racists,
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