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Playground In The Sky
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Playground In The Sky

Life blood thickens
Barely pulsating
through my veins
Memories of my life
briefly pass
through my mind

Breathing ceases
Yet I am alive
I am blanketed
in white feathers
that have fallen
from the sky

I hear violins
softly playing
And delicate
doves whispering
to my soul

I find myself
being lifted
Toward a light
above the clouds

I hear the
childlike laughter
of angels
As I enter
God’s playground
in the sky

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