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Peaceful Dreams

By Anthony BielerPublished 3 years ago 1 min read

“There’s nothing more we can do,” I heard them say. I could feel my eyes closing with an instance of a doctor’s tender touch. The longevity in the beep of a monitor next to me indicated that I was no longer immortal, and yet, I couldn’t have felt more alive. I had waited for this moment since the day He took her from me. The doctors were unaware of the unexplainable phenomenon that was emulating throughout my frail body, like a flash of lightening in the awakening of a storm just before the calm. I could finally see my world clearly in all of its beauty. Her eyes were the swift oceans and her lips, the parting mountains to a heart and soul more elegant than the nimbuses above. Heaven is a place on Earth, for I could not have soared any higher.

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Anthony Bieler

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    Written by Anthony Bieler