Sandra Feldman

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Of Love And Pain

From pain,
Love does arise,
We're born in pain,
And yet, our mothers love us,
There is no life without some pain,
And yet, thorned roses,
As a sign of living life,
We're bold to gather.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, love, pain

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 3, 2017

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Comments about Of Love And Pain by Sandra Feldman

  • Alyssa Artslover (6/9/2017 2:31:00 AM)

    Very thoughtful! 10+++++

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