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Farewell

Farewell

I have seen visions of angels, among them I see myself

In the night I feel lifted by clouds floating upon mountaintops

I feel the velvet touch of a warm hand, brushing against my cheek

Calling my name, I know it is time to go, to fly to that place where I will peek

Down upon the earth and see my son all grown up, with a wife and family

Where the wind blows, it takes me to a place, the white pillar gates, the sliver lining

I feel the my breath begin to diminish, my heart is weakened by each and every minute

The time has come, for me to rest, I feel my world has given me all of the very best

Where shall I be, I may be sitting high in a tree, the tree of life in the heavens that see

Farewell to the past, and let my memory be not forgotten, but a moment in time that shines in dignity

Farewell my love, my friends, and peace to thee

 

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Poetess Nancy McGowin,

My sincere applause, I really extend my respect to you, by way of this poem, Excellent write, so celestial. My applause & Love to this Poem. I love all the lines, especially the below two lines,
 

I feel the velvet touch of a warm hand, brushing against my cheek

Calling my name, I know it is time to go, to fly to that place where I will peek

Congrats & Bless

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nancy Mcgowin

Awe...... Thank you Williams, that was very sweet!

Nancy

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