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Happy New Year,
to whom have I seen,
to whom I have lost.
I thought, and I think finally,
that it was nice,
for a large part,
spend time with you …
but that’s it.
Start a new life,
literally,
and I fear, that my desire for new life,
is inevitably linked,
with the start of the new year.
I’m tired of too many things,
maybe I will miss many,
maybe, I’ll accept,
unlike many,
the fact that many things are over.
And I think, in the end,
it is better this way.
I have a feeling, that something inside of me is dying,
as well as something, it is reborn …
and I, I’m grateful to be still alive,
as well as all the people I met,
despite all the separations,
and these goodbyes that I’m giving.
2021 was the year of many ends,
I hope 2022 can be the beginning …
this is my wish.
Happy New Year,
– The Flying Writer.
“A man may drink and not be drunk
A man may fight and not be slain
A man may court a pretty girl
And perhaps be welcomed back again
But since it has so ought to be
By a time to rise and a time to fall
Come fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Good night and joy be with you all”
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