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Jun 2010
I climb atop the highest  hills
 consumed by ghastly clouds 
 profound. 
You save me like a rolling wind, 
that  naturally tumbles in 
and clears a passage for my view 
I raise a flag tall and still.
Here for you,this weathering 
will never wear my heart away.
This- you will come to find, 
like this hill, 
like this sky,
I am forever here to stay.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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Christopher Rossi
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