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
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