Voyage
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Sandra Feldman
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Loneliness,
In search of serenity
Rest and trust,
A place pure, to nest
Your lonely heart.
A place, quiete and soft
Safe, warm and sound
A hiding place you can
Trust,
Like the roots of trees
Trust the ground
That holds them firmly,
Safe and sound.
One day we may find that
Holy ground!
Where one can rest from
The turmoil of this Life
We did not choose,
And all its noise and
Useless, warlike sounds.
As peace is found.
Among the life bearing
Only, holy trees
That hug the ground...
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