The sacred silence, savored by the students in the sanctum
strains to show the silken flow of simple, solemn scenes.
But chivalrous, the imperfections, rising to the summit,
seem to sound, support, resound, ignite the smallest act.
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A collection of random thoughts about random things from the mind of Colin P. Hill. Mostly poetry, though.
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