Gentle Scenery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gentle Scenery



Gently moving in the atmosphere, a little breeze blowing
us out to sea on white foam of imagination.

Holding and hugging us closely, we hum to ourselves as
we dance in unison on floors of heaven.

Picturesque scenery, folding in upon us as we enter the
gates of heaven.

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