Rest, my friend,
like a leaf dancing, whirling, swirling down a clear mountain stream.
Rest, my friend,
like The Braham’s Lullaby tinkling on a child’s music box.
Rest, my friend,
like a warm, caressing lilac-scented breeze.Rest, my friend,
like a book of poetry and soothing, sweet hot tea.
Rest, my friend,
like silk swishing softly on skin.
Rest, my friend,
like gentle, lulling prayers of thanksgiving.
Rest my friend.
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