by Wayne Wysocki
Objects in mirror
are closer than they appear,
Nothing is nearer
than what you will find right here,
So open your eyes, and see me,
forget what you've planned,
You can stop looking--
what you're seeking is so near--
Just reach, and I'll take your hand.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
by Wayne Wysocki
Objects in mirror
are closer than they appear,
Nothing is nearer
than what you will find right here,
So open your eyes, and see me,
forget what you've planned,
You can stop looking--
what you're seeking is so near--
Just reach, and I'll take your hand.
Copyright © 2026 Wayne Wysocki
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