Sandra Feldman Poems

Hands that touch,
And Souls that meet,
Love being born,
Always so sweet,
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Me pierdo entre nubes rimadas,
el verso calma las llagas,
los dolores, las perdidas,
las lagrimas lloradas.
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How many good hearts are there?
Do my fingers count too many?
Do we think we can find any?
Blindly groping in the dark,
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Write to your heart's content,
There is freedom in a pen,
White peace on white paper,
Not a flag of surrender,
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Kings and Queens had it easy,
They were born into Tyranny,
But those who have to work,
To get elected,
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It can't be taught,
It can't be bought,
Inspiration,
The most mysterious,
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I am not one to be enamored
With all or everything,
Poetically written,
But when it happens
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Beautiful River,
Poetry,
In present world of anxiety
You flow, you calm,
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