Beauty's Pride Poem by Sandra Feldman
Beauty's Pride
What is it with Poetry?
That revives the inner me,
That consoles the broken heart,
That's so human as an Art.
If you know please answer me,
For as much as I have tried,
Don't exactly know, just why,
She is Beauty's ever pride.
There is a soft humming around us, soothing balm to calm the nerves, no more nails to scratch and have scars, when poetry is a soulmate to love..
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4/25/2024 1:12:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We are born alone in our minds. We live and eventually die that way too. In the interim, the best we can do to communicate is the symbolic usage of language. No greater use (Tho far from perfect) is there for that medium than poetry