My Heaven

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   My heaven awaits for me in the infinite skies.  There I can soar where ever, there I can jump from cloud to cloud, and there I can free fall without worries of ever touching the ground.  That is my imaginable heaven.

   Just how a dancer dances I will fly like I was born to fly.  Every flight will be nothing but a choreography of my happiness, and my heart will pound to the beat of enthuisiasm every moment.  In my sacred heaven I will also witness the birth and death of each sunrise and sunset.

   In heaven there are no streets made of gold, nor are there many mansions.  It is a place of desires and ambitions where dreams speak for worthiness.  I'd much prefer living a life of desires, over wealth that won't promise everlasting happiness.  However, in my heaven it is a must that I avoid self-corruption.  For that will only fester and reflect on my personality.

   Despite all worries, I still will be able to fly and fly on for no given time nor destinaion.  The airways will always remain beautiful and timeless within my sight.  For thy journey through flight will serve as a manifest to the universe of a man who lived in his heaven, and not of a religious heaven.

 

 

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