I can hear the canopies brushing in the wind,
As the night sky drapes down to a grass filled floor,
The moon provides a hopeful glow,
This might not be heaven, but everything seems so mystic.
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adam (
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Welcome to the site Adam.
From the way you write this wonderful poem, it IS heaven!
Short and sweet = impact! Great choice of words. Canopies, grass and moon.... and we are all creating our mind pictures. Took me back to nightime at a festival with a buzz in my head.
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