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Feb 2017
Up at the top, I
Feel like a wolf, surveying
lands below me

From that rock outcrop
The river stretches below
With its valley town

From that tower, I
See the city in its whole
Mansions and the slums

From that outpost, the
Land stretches out on both sides
Praries and coastlines

From the mountain ledge
I see the forests below reach
To suburbia

For the top's enclave
Though a little lonely, is
The lens of the world
Why I like places that are high up.
Breeze-Mist
Written by
Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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