Dearest, Beloved. Poem by Sandra Feldman

Dearest, Beloved.



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Love
Into reality,
If ever,
Had I not
Discovered,
Love
Thru thee,
I would not know
What love
Was really
Meant, to be:
A blessing
Renovating,
Life and soul
The greatest gift
Of All,
That makes you
Live, regardless
Of the pain,
That may befall.

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