Catch

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Catch

Catch a glimpse of destiny my son.Take it by the throat. Suck its very marrow.
Catch a taste of civilizations past, breathe in the awe of their existence.
Catch a piece of a dream come and gone like so much dust in the wind...
Catch a true love and hold on for dear life, cause love comes more rare than
any treasure found in the vastness of the universe.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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