April 27, 2010
posted by admin
Heaven
Stepping off another cloud,
Trying to cut through this shroud,
While heeding to an angel’s call,
Trusting naught will let me fall,
I float ever gently down,
Responding to the grounding pull,
As with resounding, pounding wings,
My heart flies ever upward, full…
In hope of reaching you.
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