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Feb 2018
I stepped out of what seemed like a dream

A life time of things past that have no meaning

As I stand here in a timeless gaze

Standing in awe through a haze

I stare at that timeless face

Angels sing

Trumpets blow

A city of gold stands behind him

People run to me

To welcome me home

But it all seems like a blur

As I feel the beautiful presence

The aroma of love

That seeps through the aura of his presence

He steps forward

His arms stretched out


And gives me a hug

And says

Welcome home my son
My depiction of Heaven
Caleb John
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Caleb John  17/M/The Wind
(17/M/The Wind)   
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