Sandra Feldman Poems

None of us
Are really
All there,
That's why some
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Too late for you
To love me?
Too late for you to care?
The days of young and lovely
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A Poem
Has to be,
Source of fulfillment,
Light and energy.
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The fight for power
Since time immemorial,
Is Evil's cover.
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Finally,
In one way
Or another,
We are All
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In this troubled
Fantasy,
Called Life,
Poems play such
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Poetry!
Perceiving feelings
Too deep to see,
Expressing sadness
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A poem is
If it is read,
A golden thread
Where Peace
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Sometimes,
Love triumphs
In a very strange
Way,
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Corruption, alive!
Sad side, human deception,
Hope, lets go, in pain.
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