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The Apple of My Mind
I know Heaven's what you make it,
but I think there are daffodils
bright as the sun, a warm yellow;
sweet, fragrant roses everywhere;
the grass is always green; the trees
are lovely and give up sweet fruits;
and the breezes are warm and kind.
At one end, there is a forest;
at another, a golden beach;
at one side are snow-capped mountains;
the other, a quiet river.
It will be sunny and then rain
just before you long for it; soon,
the sun will come by the same luck.
I wish I could go there and see
just how lovely and sweet it is;
I've seen it often in my mind,
but that is all I can manage.
This place does not exist, but if
it did, I'd like to visit it
and explore, experience, live.
Who doesn't want to see Heaven?
