Heaven
Tending my blooms, I curl
Long enough to gaze up at
Puffy white clouds sculpted
On a tranquil jeweled sky.
The light plays its game
Of hide and seek, causing
Me to smile, as I think God
Must surely be dancing in His haven.
End Mar Contest, Brian Strand
20 March 2018
Copyright © Norma Arana | Year Posted 2018
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