Mozaic of Me
Mozaic of Me
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces" (John Ruskin, 1853)
Just like mozaic,
There are billions fragments of me
Some of them sharpy, some of them curvy
Sharp like dust-blades through my veins
So painful I laugh in my cryings
Curvy like my adventure scenes
So joyful I cry in my laughings
No wonder they say, never judge people
No one’s life ever simple
Could you know what’s in their heart?
Could you capture their real image inside?
My mozaic is what I am
I got one tiny piece after I passed life’s exam
Billions fragments inside and outside my skin
Already made who I was in the past
And still building who I will be in future scene
Change, is what always last
Prima Adinda Minardi
(23/06/2011)
Contest Name: All The Little Pieces
Sponsored by: Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
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