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to give, to love
we were angels upon each other
flying a mist, it poured sorrow
depths below, feeling nothing but passion
we were alone, trembling, discovering, emotional
the clouds disappeared
and we were atop a hill in central park
The Hills of Central Park
Urban literature, tightly and well woven, a song of love from the inside. Cool write, New York City, and an encore is mandatory. Enjoyed the float out for love expressed most well ~Lady A~