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Crystal Vision
Crystal Vision
I embrace my trusty spy glass
To view the leaves and lush green grass
And with great desirability
Will locate deep tranquility.
Shall I see something new
When peering through the lens…
Will the view carry me to
A place where my soul ascends?
Looking glass imaginings
Will one day be
Real happenings
Lighted tunnels will verily show
Angels dancing to-and-fro
In the joyous realm of
Eternity.
My vision can identify
The luminous horizons
Beyond the painted sky
Designed to edify
My heart, mind
And soul.
Julie Pisacane © 2008
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