Heaven is…

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A place where butterflies fly out
from the legs of a woman
whose hair is made of music
and her nape is filled with honey
What I call is an inch away from hope
home to all those who have erred
in placing fingers on her breasts
Its a soothing breath that moans names
complexion of silence
and the maker of smiles like its synonyms.

Ruddapoet

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