Being Born Into Heaven Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Born Into Heaven



Rhythms shaking and taking me into peaceful interludes
of musical melodies.

Beautiful petals of flowers, blossoming into ten
dimensional blossoms, filling senses with their textures
and bringing me further into heavenly gardens than the
time before.

Dying from life, being born into the gardens of heaven
where I now belong.

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