Poem: Wings

This is how I often pictured my entrance into heaven.


Rising, floating above the trees with mighty feathered wings. Sailing, soaring, feeling free, flying in the autumn breeze. Winds whirling, whipping, carrying me to places as I dream. Rays of the setting sun spreading, bathing the land as far as I can see. Ascending from this world to colors I can't fathom. I'm stripped of my pain and filled with love and enthusiasm. My secrets, my worries falling away. I've found a new world that gives me confidence and strength. A voice coming from deep within my soul whispers emotionally. I've entered heaven enveloped in mighty feathered wings of white lace.


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