after many nights she came back

after many nights she came back to her yellow room, and wrote with much love and warmth

July 10
poet would live
as a pure white feather in the painted sky
with wings of its own so light and alive

he would sing the beautiful song of his soul
of love and bliss of life for the universe to hear
and an angel will listen..and hold his hand

he will bring smiles to all wounded souls and give them hope
a hope of life and a breath of faith
till his cherished life would end

when his final breath is let out
he would unite with the soul of universe
and the song of his soul would be sung by the sea
where the angel would rest in eternal peace