Sandra Feldman Dreams Poems

How sweet and tender
Were,
The love-gone days,
I do remember
...

I want to write
Myself
Right into a Sphere
Where all sadness
...

When I think of you,
Past or Present
My imagination flies,
My pulse is agitated
...

Where does reality begin
And where does it end,
Are we meant to know,
What we should not know,
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We all deserve our little piece of Sky
Where songs don't end and dreams will never die
A world we can embrace, of Art and Poetry
A bit of heaven, for us all to see,
...

As a child,
I wanted to grab
The Moon and go
For a ride,
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I am content
With very little.
Just
Don't you dare!
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Birds always fly away
And so do dreams,
As Life and fleeting Time
Do play,
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Of Love and Dreams,
So many poems
Are composed,
In antiquity and
...

Beyond
The Blue horizon
Lie a Myriad
Of Dreams,
...

Do intimate dreams
Ever,
Do come true?
Yes, sometimes
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Filtered by Art, Cinema and Dreams,
A good start, if not taken to extremes,
Lost, gone too far, Lost, gone forever?
Not knowing where or who you really are
...

Dreams are but Illusions,
Things that cannot be,
Like the foam they vanish,
Magically, at Sea
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Dreams are made
Of silken tears
Of love that never,
Comes
...

There's always time
To write,
May it be day
Or lonely night,
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Secret dreams,
Those never told
The ones you hold
So deeply near
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Poetry,
There's nothing like it!
A trip to be had,
Great Poetry is always a winner,
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I love the World of Poetry
Where feelings can just stream,
Allowing you to dream awake,
Against injustice scream.
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Nebulous poetic dreams,
That thru time stream,
Trying to reach the sky,
Aspirations, high,
...

Sometimes I feel as if,
I have birds in my head,
Fluttering around, fluttering around
And I can't go ahead, unless
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Dreams, go back to your ancestral home,
I know, I know, I'm now alone,
And I have no right to ask you to stay,
Not for a minute, not for a day.
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