A short one
I can see the doorstep of heaven looking back at me from your enchanting gaze and the weightlessness of the cherubs blissful flight amidst your embrace as we lay perched aloft our cloud, hearts beating as one heavenly symphony to the sounds of your golden harp, where you can rest your head upon my chest and know that you were sent to me from godWhen power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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