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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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Lisa Ricci

Date: 6/3/2017 4:44:00 AM

Good Morning Tim. May the white (light) always be there for you and for one and all. This is beautiful expression. It is calming with such grace surrounding thoughts. Wonderful entirely. Enjoy the morning and day.

Arthur Vaso

Date: 6/1/2017 8:16:00 PM

Came to read this again!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/1/2017 3:42:00 AM

- Tim, this is so beautiful :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 5/31/2017 9:18:00 PM

I agree with Darren, this little poem is buried inside of a deep history!

Lin Lane

Date: 5/31/2017 4:00:00 PM

Crimson tales filter through light is very poetic, Tim.

Darren White

Date: 5/31/2017 3:14:00 PM

This is so beautiful. looks so simple, but it is far from...

Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 5/31/2017 2:52:00 PM

This beautiful poem reminded me of a pilgrim on his way to Canterbury who seems to be guided by a vision of pure love "White Before My Eye":) Amitiés