A friend
She is writing the poems \nOn Friday night...\nBy the light of the crying candles...\nHe was a friend of hers,\nBut why \nHas he decided to join the Angels?..\nHe was a friend...\nWhy are friendships coming to the end? \nWhy is the wind whispering songs\nto heavens? \nWhy is the time once shifting to the sand? \nI felt your presence, \nI often felt your presence...