In The Dark,
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Sandra Feldman
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Words come
Words go,
Temporary consolation,
For the melting snow,
As life flows,
Out of Time
Not even knowing
Where to go,
Slow, slow, slow
Even the poet's words
By now, have no glow,
As if cocooned in time
In the dark,
Sensations,
Without reason,
Without rhyme.
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