Strange, How Some Poems Are Born
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Sandra Feldman
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Strange,
No plan in mind,
A poem is born,
Out of a pen,
And feelings alone,
No plan in mind,
The words intertwine,
Sometimes, with music,
Sometimes, with rhyme,
But always with feeling
That can't be explained,
Like after a drought,
The Life-giving rain.
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