Oblique
A feckless mist came out of nowhere,
to blur the fresco of my dream,
and frayed the edges of my sorrow, with no regard for where I've been.
How often have I searched the night,
to hear the voice that calls to me, to trace the outline of a smile,
or once again recall the face, if only for a little while...
Yet, somehow the mist eclipsed my dream,
and schemed to take it all from me
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For "Through The Mist" contest, sponsored by Nette Onclaud
By Carrie Richards 8/21/14
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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