The Night's Regrets
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Sandra Feldman
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You talk to yourself
Moan regrets,
And out of solitude and fright
A poem may be born
With love in sight,
It's like giving birth
Alone
One, cold and lonely
Night,
To the child in you,
That never was able
To take flight
But in a desperate poem,
Found its true Life.
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