There's a look…
That look
In a persons eyes,
When they've
Transcended
Nationality and race,
Social position
And wealth
In silent visits
They come to pray,
Their bodies
No longer
Controlling their spirit,
But that look,
That look
—remains
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)
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