White Before My Eye
Within a gentle breeze I move
carrying white before my eye
gliding forth a Canterbury sky
Lions roar and tees get crossed
puffs signal a strength inside
anxious slays abstention lost
Shifts in fragrant fumes ferry
crimson tales filter through light
as pure visions come to sight
Rest weary pilgrim rest
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