Miss Poetry
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Sandra Feldman
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Miss Poetry,
So old and yet so young!
Not temporary idolatry,
For those who have
Your marvels sung.
Eternal fountain of youth,
Of Beauty, Love and Truth
Whose endless glory
And unfinished story,
Is not yet done,
As you, Miss Poetry
Lovingly, rival,
The morning Sun.
Bu şiiri puanla
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