Where can life take us,
Our mind has not already been?
It shall be a place like out of memory,
But strangely different,
Alien, yet like coming home.
It shall be the sum of all our wanderings,
But not taste of failure,
A place we never left,
Grown strange to eyes newly opened.
What name could fit this island,
Floating, lost amidst a dream?
I call it heaven.


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