Visiting Heaven Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Visiting Heaven



Blue roses growing in my mind, a gift from visiting heaven for moments in time.
Beautiful times, never to be taken lightly, always appreciated because they were give by God to me.
A piece of heaven all my own, no one can take ever take them from me.
On my last day, I will return them to heaven's garden.

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