The Joy Of It All
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Sandra Feldman
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There is something so
Mysteriously ineffable,
And untouchable
About Poetry.
The writing of a Poem
Is,
Like going down
A beautiful and
Mysterious hall.
Filled with paintings
From the soul
And mind.
Not knowing
What you'll
Find.
Images,
Sensations,
That come together
Thru words that
Give meaning,
To so much
Inner feeling.
Until then,
Orphaned,
Without home
And then!
As Poem,
Never again
Alone.
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