The Undefeated
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Sandra Feldman
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Great Poetry,
Pure Poetry,
The One written by the soul
Where every word,
Every verse counts,
The one that escalates
The highest mount
And then comes down
Enrobed in beauty and grace,
Needs no idolatry
No matter how old
Or new it is,
It stands on its own two feet,
Proud, beautiful and sweet,
Like new nectar found,
Waving the banner
Of Victory, never defeat.
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