Exceedingly Joyful
Rain pelting on roof
when there should be snow...
visions of lilies
on descending slopes.
Let's climb that hill,
and then lay down...
to feel heartbeats
of ecstacy.
Our sweet voices
on soft winds...
seek Heaven.
But
can urge
end?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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