soft
drifting
on a breath
feather from
a bird in flight
falling
caught
in between
hands on my watch
marking the passing
blur of light
falling
meteor
zipping
between stars
etching sparkles
in our eyes
falling
hard
wondering
if you ever
even notice
I am gone.
merlinspielen 
I noticed. Glad you’re back. And to see a longer poem out of you.
Stay warm, my friend.
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That is most kind of you Mr. Lewin!
Happy New Year.
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To you too, my friend.
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