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With wings of white,
and a heart of gold,
she flies forth from the clouds,
though she will not speak.
Oh shy little angel,
show us your face
and speak with thy voice of love.
But stay as you are,
for your shyness is your freedom,
out of reach like the dove,
but close enough to hear your voice from above....
~ Imortal Sam R I

inspired by an avi in the arena.... wish i could find her and give this poem to her. she requested one....