Desires
The mysterious mist in the morning
Sky left us unspoken
The swirling of the air
Left the strokes of a thousand men.
Each one more delicate than the next.
All we ask for is a single touch of this mystery
to get us a little bit closer in the debacle
Piecing it together to find the big picture.
Close your eyes and think...
What is the picture you behold?
Perhaps your deepest desires
Or even your secrets
That have not yet come to surface.
What do you see?
Copyright © Nicole Ussery | Year Posted 2015
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