The Enemy
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Sandra Feldman
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I travel,
In a poetic cloud
Pink rose, gray
Somehow,
Not totally happy
But not with frown,
I enjoy,
A welcomed ivory tower
Where none can hurt me
Or blow me down,
Except for Time
The greatest Enemy
Of life's crown.
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