Waltzing in fields of yesterday, touching and being
touched by blue roses of heaven as they blossom and
their aromas are filtered into the atmosphere.
Unable to be contained here on earth for they have
to return to heaven when beckoned by God, wanting
them to never die like other flowers here on earth.
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