Mirroring The Gates Of Heaven

March 7, 2010
Mirroring the gates of heaven
The glass water lies untouched
No virgin comes close to pureness
The breeze caresses my neck
Birds on the tree tops sing harmoniously
Steeping on the aged stones
I feel the tall flowers
Kiss my fingertips
Dipping my feet in the pristine crystal water
I tilt my head back towards the wispy clouds
The sun passionately warms my skin
I am in a state of bliss
My troubles have melted away
If only it could last forever
I will come back
To the gates of heaven
But for now
Leave me as I am

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