Heaven
Warm sunshine after rainy, muggy days.
Refreshing rain on summer afternoons.
A theater of symphonies and plays.
My bedroom wafting soft, romantic tunes.
The mountains, high, or lowly desert dunes.
To feel my tiny baby's fingers cling,
or strength of Hubby's arms wrapped tight around.
For, Heaven isn't just where angels sing.
Within your heart, its beauty will abound,
and music to your soul will there be found.
01/21/15
Contest: Dizain me
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2015
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