Heaven Poem by Olga Statilko

Heaven



Where the sky touches the earth

and all the people sing.

Where there is no death,

that’s where we shall meet.

Until then let’s remain,

in a world so wrong.

Dreaming of a paradise,

where there is no cold.

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heaven
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