To her

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    To her


    You and I are two angels.
    Two angels that dance on fire
    that fly under the wind
    of our same desire.

    We shared the same passion
    and we fly high, very high
    fueled by the fire of our inner core

    But our current lives
    our circumstances appear
    that we will never land
    together on the same field

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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