When Poets Dream
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Sandra Feldman
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Because poets can dream
The moon is made of lace
Sea of discovery,
The world of fantasy
The mind can travel free.
There is a line that's crossed
When poems come across
And sparkle inwardly.
Communicative spirit
More felt,
As ever free
And inner worlds
Do come across,
Surrealistically.
Reveling secrets
No one knows,
Except thru Poetry.
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