I clung to your embrace
As your last breathe fled
Into the heavens bliss
Upon the feather of a white
Dove
Oh gently did the feather
Sail
Through the wind
Descending into the heavens
I think the heavens cried that
Day
For the clouds just rumble as
The tears started to pour
I thought I seen a beautiful white
Dove
Just perched upon your shoulder
As I clung to your embrace
Your last breathe silently fled
Upon the feather of the white dove
Oh gently did the feather sail
As the clouds began to rumble
And the tears overflowed
As you descended so gracefully
Into the heavens bliss
On the feather of a white dove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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