Out Of Our Hands
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Sandra Feldman
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We hold onto Things, as crutches,
Wanting pain to disappear
Our life-tree has its notches
Where Destiny carves its own spheres.
We try to protect our Circle,
Out of self-preservation and fear
But who can control, the Future, unknown,
Where all. will some day disappear.
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