Secret Life
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Sandra Feldman
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The Secret Life of Poetry,
Poets can like by magic be,
All that they ever want to be:
A flying leaf of red and gold,
A sailing ship, all new and bold,
A crying bird that passes by,
And leaves a message in the sky,
A multicolored butterfly,
That makes you dream and softly sigh,
A brave new Light for Liberty,
Saying ' All Men are now born Free',
And Liberty to Love the Wind,
With Love so pure that never sinned,
Although they know this swaying love,
Will never be their lifelong win,
The Wind is free cannot be tamed,
As there are loves that can't be named.
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