Poems by Peter Stockdale
poem count: 2 | pages: 1
A place i' have heard of.
Having only hearsay about such a wonderful place, that we call heaven. I can only portray it in my own words.
Having only hearsay about such a wonderful place, that we call heaven. I can only portray it in my own words.
My imagination.
We all have our own interpretation of heaven.And this can change daily, today this is mine.
We all have our own interpretation of heaven.And this can change daily, today this is mine.
