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Falcon flies
Through linen blue skies
With great speed he dives
His talons sharp as knives

He seems to be perfect in form
And acrobatics in air he can perform
But only small percentage of strikes is a kill
Sometimes food from others he needs to steal 

Although towards perfection we strive
And so does a falcon with his dive
Neither can achieve it even from its own view
No one does it from broader point of view

Does true love conquer all?
Is really divine human soul
In procession of mind we can do it all
In a dream of a child it is child that is in control

The first catalyst let be continuity
That needs no reference point let be
If thought would be
Parallel and beyond line on which catalysts resting be

And this thought growing would be
To see what we currently can’t see
Our abilities would equal our dreams and philosophy
We be masters of destiny

We don’t have that yet but if we have love
 It all starts with love
Perhaps with that we can unite with Gods above
And in my soul her eyes ignite that kind of love

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