Heaven

Heaven…
Anna Cruse

It's running through the sprinkler on that hot August day with sticky cherry popsicle residue all around your mouth.

It's seeing the twinkle in his eyeswhen he looks into yours.

It's an unimaginable place that is visited on a daily basis…often described as happiness or love.

It's perfection with every imperfection.

It's dreaming as if you will live forever and living as if you will die today.

It's music of every shape, sound, and size.

It's laying on the ground looking up at the stars and wondering…
just wondering.

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