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Coming Home

I look up into the winter sky,
To see the beams of heaven shining down,
Illuminating the snow filled valley,
Blinding my vision with light,
Enlightening my soul,
I look again and see heaven itself,
A glorious land that sits on a cloud,
I look upon the gates of heaven,
Golden wrought and silver trim,
An angel speaks out to me,
Welcoming me home,
This is my final journey,
I’m afraid this is where we part,
I must enter the golden gates,
And leave you behind,
I can see you through the flashes of light,
That falters my vision,
Can you not see that I need to go?
Heaven has been waiting for me,
To come home.



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OneProzacADayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Dec. 16 at 12:00 am:
It's visual, and paint's a good picture I guess. Aside from the grammatical errors, it's a nice poem.
 
No-one-knows-me..This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 16 at 10:10 am :
thanks for the feedback, Can you specify where the errors are?, it would be extremely helpful. thx  
 
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Evey4321This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Dec. 15 at 10:17 am:
Interesting word play... I really like it! :)
 
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pen-to-paper said...
Dec. 15 at 1:37 am:
Very moving with a nice flow; you felt an overall sense of peace at the end.  Nice piece.  Great job!
 
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