Let Love Bloom
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Sandra Feldman
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A poet sees
Far beyond the bend,
Feels certain things
Magnificently,
Without end.
Loves purity and beauty,
The Rose that is
God sent,
For blessed Nature
Plants the seeds of love
In everything that sweetly
Lives in purity,
As the, Amazing Whiteness
Of a dove.
All conceived
Without, the tainted
Poison of destructive
Hate and violence
That some human snakes,
So disgustingly
Continued, to cultivate.
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