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The Falcon

The meanings conveyed or indented,

And the rhyme well intended,

I seldom understood, but clearly felt

Somewhere… at the back of my soul.

My mind floats around the falcon

Only to grasp that a true poet is being born,

Off course,

Baptized with shame and love and pain

Or… reborn

In the mirth of sadness,

Among the images spawning,

Somewhere... at the back of your soul.

So welcome… and goodbye...

My lonesome friend,

You`ve found your course.

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