Sandra Feldman Poems

Those who think, feel and care
Can never be really happy,
For they know
That no matter where they go
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Mirrors do not lie
No matter how hard
You may try,
You can't change reality,
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Not all poems are created equal
Nor is anything else,
Two brooks, next to each other
Will meander in different sense.
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I miss the very sound of Love,
The voice that spoke so tender of,
The looks of love, those never said,
As emptiness took place instead,
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The eye of the poet,
Sees differently,
Things that are
Things that will be.
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Ah,
A cloudless sky
So pure, so blue, so high,
You and I
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I hate disrespect
In every form, in every manner,
No matter who it comes from
Or their stature,
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There are poems
That embrace you,
Others that
Leave you,
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Art, music, poetry
Have,
The rhyme and rhythm
Of Love,
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Air flows and so does water,
And our lives flow, bitter edge,
We're always but a quarter,
From falling off a ledge,
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