[Soaring Feather]

Good Evening Radu
How are you Radu?
I wish I could see you...
Radu 'tis
a ghost of you
a whisping trace
you're leaving
in the wake of your
foot steps!
like a fine mist
hung in space..

[radu]

Good afternoon, ms.feather. How are you today?

What a neat poem. I had to print that one off. Dad just read it and liked it, too.