This time I bring you all a poem dedicated to my grandfather who has been a pilot for 38 years. It is writen for him because today (12/4/2006) is my grandfather's birthday.
Since the dawn of its time,
It shows golden victory
No height is too high
As it is free unlike the red gem
Showing anger to benefit others
Teaching hidden lessons from the mountains
Now it decays as all around
Yet like a miracle is still wonderful
Sticks to its roots but still free
Working a job and thinking of an end
For the falcon the end is not an end
It is hard to say
But its end is wealth
Wealth of boredom
Because being bored is destroying a falcon's root.
Hint: Wisdom and strengh of the old
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