Into The heaven

April 7, 2016Poetry, thoughtsCare., contentment, freedom, Haiku, Mercy, Peace, Poemmeenas17

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of freedom.

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of peace.

Into the heaven

let my county awake soon

one of contentment.

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of care.

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of mercy.

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of unity.

Into the heaven

let my country awake soon

one of grace.

2 thoughts on “Into The heaven”

Isabella Simons says:

April 8, 2016 at 5:20 am

I love the repeating lines 1st and 2nd lines of each stanza. It gives the poem an interesting sound.

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meenas17 says:

April 8, 2016 at 8:06 am

Does it? Thanks .

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