GLIMPSES OF HEAVEN
Along this path I travel bathed,
In rose colored dreams.
A path not always appearing,
As it should seam.
Hidden away from the passerby.
Showing only the images;
Pleasing to the eye.
What would I eventually find?
If I followed this path
And left reality behind.
Walking along into my very own,
Personal vision.
Is this my only glimpse of heaven?
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