Hill
I sit quietly alone upon this hill
no breeze, no sound, all still
a massive void to fill
with strength of will
I wait until
time's nil
hill
of stone
age has shown
over time it's grown
an evolving living history tombstone
the ravages of nature cannot postpone
a place where one can sit alone
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