Fountain Of Youth
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Sandra Feldman
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Poems,
Gratefully, beautifully
Don't grow old,
As we do,
No, not those made out
Of magical, tingling glass
Domes and castles,
Love and precious tassels,
Feelings, in Time, long
Ever alive and breathing.
Yes, poems will remain
As the best part of us
A princely domain,
The living sensitive heart
That is in all of us,
Breathing, healing, palpitating
Hopefully,
Long after, all our splendor
Gone.
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