Sordid Times
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Sandra Feldman
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Is there any Beauty
Left to be had?
Or only sordid Winds,
Making us sad,
Waltzing illusions,
Way back in the past,
In today's neutrality,
Beauty comes in last,
And Romantic sentiments,
A thing of the past.
Good times, bad times
Not much we can do,
Positive changes
Don't seem to come thru
Once the die is cast,
Difficult to change,
Its toxic brew.
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