*~* AngeL*~*

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    *~* AngeL*~*
    She was in front of me,so innocent, so tender; Beautiful dark, deep heavenly eyes, always seem to be lost in thoughts.Her face was a perfect definition of innocence and compassion. Beautifully carved lips, blessed with the divine smile that can bring the dead man alive. She was so close to me yet so far as if she was my imagination.

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    When 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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