Visions
Heaven Itself
Heavy snow,
biting cold and
a wailing wind outside,
snug within,
a glowing fireplace,
a teapot whistling
on the stove,
an old friend
returned from afar!
We must eat, sip tea,
and talk far into the night.
Could Heaven itself
hold more joy?
biting cold and
a wailing wind outside,
snug within,
a glowing fireplace,
a teapot whistling
on the stove,
an old friend
returned from afar!
We must eat, sip tea,
and talk far into the night.
Could Heaven itself
hold more joy?
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Heaven Itself
Heaven Itself
