Not In Our Hands
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Sandra Feldman
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I lived for the moment,
That we would meet.
But looking back,
That never was the case.
There are thing that you desire
Like love made of passion and fire
That only luck and destiny can provide
There, our hands are paralyzed,
Tied to our back,
We are not apt in sculpting,
A Love as a living Art.
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