It was a brilliant move
to incarcerate me
in heaven
Looking outside my window
I see white clouds
drifting gently
The wheather is nice
People smile, say hello
wave goodbye
I sense eternal spring
bright greens, tender pinks
white lambs
I grind my teeth
at yet another smile
more daffodils
God, let me go,
Please, let me go
You’ve won
It was a brilliant move
to incarcerate me
in heaven
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Wow, this is fantastic. Beautiful. I love the word choice. Could you read some of the poems on my blog, and tell me what you think? I need an expert’s eye.
Thank you for your kind words! I consider myself anything but an expert, butI visited your blog and I loved reading your poems. They have a kind of suspense to me, like there is danger lurking around the corner.
Very beautiful!!
Thank you Deepak, for visiting, for reading, for commenting – and most of all for those kind words. Thank you!
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