The Final Destination
The purpose of my life has been carried above
by an angel who has taken the shape of a dove.
Up and away she has gone from this arduous life,
free from the pain she suffered by day and night.
She’s gone to a place so much different to Earth,
the final destination searched for since birth.
poem by Orlando Belo
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