Heaven is known to be the home of good souls
Where dead people come to live again
A place high up in the clouds beyond reach;
But what if it was an island, the crater of a volcano,
Something a history book couldn't teach?
What if it wasn't a place,
what if it's just the sight of your loved one smiling?
What if it's the flowers you smell in front of your yard? ;
What if you don't have to die to witness it?
What if the lands we're standing on are wings,
And the atmosphere is an arm wrapped around us to guard?
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Poems From Puerto Verde
PoetryDuring this pandemic, we find more time removing each layer of our identity. The deeper we look out our windows, more stars appear. Our hair grows longer and longer. Everyday is spent like a time loop. As Milan Kundera says in "The Unbearable Lightn...
