Where is that place
Which ascends spirit to peace,
When exists only joy and grace
Where every trouble does cease?
Wondrous paradise;
Horizon of hue
Every sight experienced;
Always something new.
In the presence of this light
How could one deny
My Heaven
Is you.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
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