THESE FRIENDS ARE NOT OF MORTAL CLAIM|
My friends are calling from afar,
I hear them in the night....
Their whispers softly float on air
Which makes all things seem right.
Their gentle breezes touch my skin
As I am wont to pray....
It is as though the angels sing
And I bid them to stay.
These friends are not of mortal claim,
But those of leaf and cloud.
They speak my name and grant me peace...
Their songs dance me aloud.
If only I could stay for 'ere
And not return again,
Would not I be immortal then
To rest without my pain?
The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT challenge
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