Sandra Feldman Poems

In the Solitude of Nothing,
Time in Time, just lingers on,
And the Emptiness of Nothing,
Feels, just like a dying Swan.
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Meager of Spirit, of Truthfulness too,
He targets Lies, then hurls them at you,
False promises, always, just couldn't care less,
If the Country progresses or is in distress,
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As human beings, not all there,
Pretending always that we care,
We really don't know what we want,
We come and go and always rant,
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Can't help it, I Love you,
In the tears of my mind,
You appear and I find,
That I Love you,
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Beautiful Poetry,
Is like fine French Wine,
As it ages, it becomes divine.
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You can't argue with true Art,
The Joy and Passion it brings,
To our colorless lives,
Filled with so many,
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The Creative Spirit lives,
As time passes, more it gives,
To our spirit and our lives,
Truly, keeping us alive,
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Communicate,
Say what you feel,
With appeal,
Do what is good,
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Like a wound that does not heal,
Is Death,
Taking away from our hearts,
The very breath,
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