From the depth
of a forest
flew a golden bird.
A soft, sweet melody
of song was heard.
From its gentle wings
came a breath of air
scented with roses
and without despair.
It carried a soul
from earthly being,
ascended in lightness
wth a spirit of seeing
the gentle breezes
and floating of time.
The peacefulness
of forevers clime.
So shall it be
the golden bird,
a spectre of memory
and the silence heard.
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