Where have you gone, my brother?
And how do I reach you, Christopher?
I call your name to the wind,
I hear it echo over highway miles,
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this is the kind of poem that doesn't need a muse...just straight from the heart-a cry in the dark... and you make it more poignant by bringing up his namesake hoping he will guide your brother through the storm....I hope they both hear it Lillian....
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this is the kind of poem that doesn't need a muse...just straight from the heart-a cry in the dark... and you make it more poignant by bringing up his namesake hoping he will guide your brother through the storm....I hope they both hear it Lillian....