I want to paint the Highland Falcon galloping like a horse across the finish line.
I want to paint the memory of the Highland Falcon on it’s final voyage hissing like a snake.
I want to paint the sound of the Highland Falcon with bellowing screech like a bird of pray.
I want to paint the impossibility of the Highland Falcon soaring through the silent wind.

I want to paint the taste of the sweet smell of lavender as we rush through the field.
I want to paint the smell of the Highland Falcon’s velvet red.
I want to paint the pitch black of the tunnel corrupting the light.
I want to paint the Highland falcon claret red
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