Everlasting Birth
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Sandra Feldman
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So many Poets
So many Poems,
Poetry!
Mysterious, old-new
Encircles our souls
Love that is true,
Expressions that never
Seem to grow cold,
That can go,
From deepest sadness
To the sweetest mirth,
Embracing centuries,
And never grow old,
Some poems shine
Like newly found, gold.
Poetry!
Fountain of feelings,
Fountain of youth,
Who says, the Sun
Does not give birth.
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