Heaven Is what I Can Never Teach

Heaven is all that some won't see.
People treated like disease.
Providing naught but broken wings.
Then heaven is not meant for me.

If yellow becomes one color is the sun?
When, butterflies with out wings can fly.
And popes can sing a different song.
Heaven is a dream within our reach.

poem by Is It Poetry
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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