My Brilliant Gossamer Wings
When my journey on Earth is over and I'm done with this life
I will not go to Heaven on gossamer wings of white
Instead they'll be of orange, red and yellow…bright
Against an early morning sun, like the colors of a kite
It'll be in the autumn where the leaves will cheer me on
Falling like confetti in a parade on every lawn
10/9/12
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Lovely, very imaginative.