The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!
Imagination of a poet or poetess
need not be theological. tony
The decoy and the conjuror, puppet and puppeteer, victim and infliction, author, iniquity, so many places, roles well premeditated, raw and pure impromptu... Heaven, why every word should have an antonym? Teasing, credulous, aren't we all. Heavenly and not so much.
The Color, on the Cruising Cloud—
The interdicted Land—
Behind the Hill—the House behind—
There—Paradise—is found!
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Heaven—Is What I Cannot Reach! - Poem by Emily Dickinson
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Heaven—is what I cannot reach!
The Apple on the Tree—
Provided it do hopeless—hang—
That—He aven is—to Me!
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