Only When Dying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Only When Dying
People speak of paradise, yet I haven't ever seen it here on earth.
Only when I've died have I seen heaven's gardens for myself.
Blue roses growing effervescently in abundance everywhere I looked.
An intense bluened silence holding me spell-bound as I took it all in.
Peace filling me totally, intensely, so great that I can still feel it's presence whenever I think of it.
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