♦ The little boy's idea of heaven♦
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Heaven, for some a dream, for some a place of beauty,
For some a paradise with their love...
For the little boy, heaven was like a bed of roses,
That his father made for him...
For him, heaven was like her mother's lap,
Where he could lay down and get drowned in his dreams...
For him, heaven was like his father's sacrifices,
Which he gave to gift him something he couldn't imagine of...
For him, heaven was like his mother's happiness,
That comes out with every small moment...
For him, heaven was like his father's love,
Which is never visible with those human eyes...
For him, heaven was like his mother's love,
Which makes him smile, in every situation...
For him, heaven was like his father's anger,
Which makes him harder...
For him, heaven was like his mother's hand-made food,
Which tastes like the nectar of gods...
For him, heaven was like his home,
Where he could be whatever he wants to be...
For him, heaven was like his family's love,
Which makes him alive every time...
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