Sandra Feldman


The Poet's Treasure


You're words are the only thing that are really yours,
And no one can possess them, caress them except you,
The elated and mystified Crowds can read you,
But never, never exceed you in your feelings,
Because your words possess and are your feelings,
Your words are your Life's goal,
Your words tell you, you are not alone,
Your words, after all, are your Soul.

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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  • Roseann Shawiak (8/26/2013 12:34:00 AM)

    Awesome poem - I love it. Can't improve it at all, it's perfectly said in your words. This poem is your possession, it's treasured in your soul. Thank you for sharing it with me. Also, thank you for all the wonderful comments on my poetry. I really appreciate them and am grateful that you have a good understanding of what I write. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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