The Defete

The aroma of life has long been expired Wispering sounds of slence can be heard everywhere Darkness now seemd like a tunnel witout light The vision of uncertainy has long been blinded Doves now seem to know the long wait has ended The wings no longer need to be repaired For a moment's glance it seemed havoic, then tranquill The window of pain have now surendered As the beauty finally elapsed into its own cocoon The rage of its turmoil has ended In memory of my father as he entered his final journey