If through dying,
I can no longer be present,
can no longer be with you
Than I will stay somewhere else, most probably
an environment without an earthly life,
in which I will float like a lonely feather, between the endless stars
And yet shall I, every new day from that unbridgeable distance,
still look down on you,
with love
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