I, Caladrius; 10,000 seasons I have wept and rejoiced
Over 7 hills, one city
Ascending over dusty cobblestones and The River Albula
Vespasian builds a Colossus, Peter builds a church
Millions of souls from the Lupine mother
Live and die in baths and markets and Fora
Worshipping Sky and Sea alike
Cheering in the Circus
Enchanted by poetic Virgil and Ovid
Shedding tears at a Gothic fall
And celebrating a Renaissance rise
Now, as I drink from The Fountain under a Pantheonic gaze
I wonder where the majesty has gone
But, lifting my eyes…I know
Rome still heals
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