Poetry Saves
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Sandra Feldman
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I run to Poetry,
To clear my mind,
And there,
Some peace and satisfaction,
Find.
The atrocities committed,
And yet to come,
Make it difficult
Not to become numb.
But Poetry saves,
Brings Beauty back,
Gives you hope,
When all is black
Poetry saves,
And so does Art,
They are the waves,
That heal, the heart.
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