It may never be seen by human eye, touched by human hand, smelled by human nose. Their there waiting to be called in the open, in the time of need, waiting to give the order to save your life from the last breath. May not be seen there for all to see, heard for all to hear, comes and fights the battles you can't see with your humans eye. The bye of treasure is not there prize of what they seek, to seek a protection that can't be broken or un-severed by times unwinding bond. Keeps you falling with the wings so pure that can't be undone by the likes of the fallen.
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