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What I call Heaven

I wonder what Heavens like

Is it white with fluttering doves and shiny golden gates that tower 7 feet above the clouds?

Or is it outside the atmosphere where a stars twinkle is so bright its blinding?

Are you suppose to walk up an ivory stairway or fly with your feathered white angel wings?

 

I see Heaven as a place you go when you are loved

A place where you don't have to be good to get in or bad to get kicked out

It's where your guardian angels gather and interact among the holy gods of Allah or Our Creater himself

Heaven is the clouds passing daintly and lazily by

Caught up in the leisure winds, grinding against the azure sky

 

Where the demons hide beneath the entry way, laying low

Wishing they were loved like the rest of the afterlife that lives in Heaven

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