Homage To The Best
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Sandra Feldman
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A glow of gold
And warmth quite bold,
The Poet's
Written words,
So naturally were born
So that in trance,
All those that read
Were, inevitably
And willingly
Just held.
A master of her Art
It was not the hand
That wrote,
But her kind
And precious heart
Where feelings felt,
Were soft and pure
And blessed
Mixed with her tears
They formed a part
Of all the loving
Things,
That Poetry does best.
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