Mirage

Anonymous

In the purple sky, there is a mirage

a mirage of hope and anger

In this image, there are faces.

The faces tell a story,

a story that networks back to each of you,

each one with special importance

These stories stir parts of me

I did not know I held,

deeply veiled in me.

Each person who peers upon these faces

sees a riddle embedded in an illusion.

Maybe these faces will tell you something about you, too.

It is something I do not fathom completely.

But we all know the meanings of the faces are true.