Sandra Feldman Poems

Born in the USA,
Where today,
Public toilets are a problem,
And we are considered racists,
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The music of language,
Lives in poetry,
You have to hear it,
You have to feel it,
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Hands that touch,
And Souls that meet,
Love being born,
Always so sweet,
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Me pierdo entre nubes rimadas,
el verso calma las llagas,
los dolores, las perdidas,
las lagrimas lloradas.
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How many good hearts are there?
Do my fingers count too many?
Do we think we can find any?
Blindly groping in the dark,
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I am not one to be enamored
With all or everything,
Poetically written,
But when it happens
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Beautiful River,
Poetry,
In present world of anxiety
You flow, you calm,
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It's a sad and unfair life
So many times,
Those who deserve to be punished
Survive,
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My words are me,
My feelings and my poetry,
There's love between us
An endless Sea of capacity,
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