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