The aroma of life has long been expired
Wispering sounds of silence can be heard everywhere
The darkness now seemed like a tunnel without light
The vision of uncertainy has long been blinded
Doves now seem to know, the long wait has ended
The wings no longer have to be repaired
For a moments glance it seemed havoc then tranquil
The windows of pain have surendered
The beauty has now finally elapsed into its own cocoon
The rage of its turmoil has ended

In memeory of my father as he entered his fianal journey

BonnieCollins

Bonnie Collins

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