Loving Memory
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Sandra Feldman
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This Solitude,
That shatters my inner self,
Broken porcelain, from Life's bitter shelf,
At moments your shadow crosses the room,
The empty room,
And I mistakenly think, I'll see you soon.
But nothing happens,
All is the same,
The emptiness of the empty room,
I call your name,
Nothing happens,
Except, each time,
The pain is deeper,
And the tears don't rhyme.
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