Monday, September 5, 2011

Mosaics

The pebbles succumbed to their subterranean abode. Their farewell reeked of distortion, as their opaque smooth flesh expanded and writhed beneath the dark water, requesting that the silhouette conduct their memorable descent. As he strode away from the water, I beheld the waves subside in gentle gestures, promising to obliterate the sensitive presence on the shore. I saw the magnificent eyes swell, as the silhouette steered me towards the streets that widened and narrowed, depicting our shared awareness in elapsed frames of fragmented portraits.

1 comment:

  1. Mosaics, puzzles and pieces of a broken mirror. Any piece contains a part of the truth, but it is necessary putting them all together to get a complete view. Thanks, Ramona, for giving us another piece of the truth. Do not stop on reporting us further pieces.

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