Dearest One
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Sandra Feldman
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The One I love,
Is kind and sweet,
Cherries in Summer,
In Winter, Wheat.
The One I love,
Does not know it yet,
And that is because,
We have never met.
In the coming Future,
When love will be,
What love has to be,
The Flowers will blossom,
Giving fruit to the tree,
The true rebirth,
Sought incessantly.
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