I muttered to myself
that there is no heaven, and
there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell.
I found myself meandering in a stream,
light as a feather, and floating, then
I heard the sound of alarm clock that came
loathing, and awakened me from my dream.
I am awake, and talking to myself
that there is no heaven, and there is no hell.
There is life that could be depressed or,
it could be swell, and
off I go to tread to shake myself away from
the heaven and the hell
to see the falling snow,
the nature's glow.
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Written on Feb. 10,2011, and published on line in April 2011.
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