Dearest Possession.
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Sandra Feldman
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There are no limits
To where
Poetry can go,
To move the heart,
Open horizons
Never, known,
That you can enter
And then,
Gratefully own.
Dearest possession,
Open to All
Who still feel,
That love and kindness
Should show the way,
To save the world
From wars and hate,
In a most humane
And considerate,
Hopeful, way.
Bu şiiri puanla
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