Orchids

February 8, 2009
By Katya Kantar BRONZE, Westfield, Indiana
Katya Kantar BRONZE, Westfield, Indiana
4 articles 37 photos 14 comments

The pale orchid slipped.
Slipped through her thin fingers.
Oceanic drops abandoned her ebony eyes.
She binds herself in the cerulean scarf.

A breath.
A breath of the Indian air she knew so well.
A breath of monotonous days she belonged too.

Nostalgia.
Nostalgia engraved in her core.
The essence of obssessed infatuation had soared away.
Her one true passion, absent, across the indigo ocean.
He was hers, she was his.
Their love turned clandestine.
Secrets and an orchid was all she had left.

Doves flirted through the clouds.
Scarlet suns set.
Her body, absorbed in composure, simulated perfection.
Her espresso waves collapsed along her smooth back..
The golden jewls embossed her delicate forehead.

She breath and stares at her forcasted future at the pearl-white alter.
Her mocha skin is soaked with fears.

Orchid petals rain around her.


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on Jun. 15 2009 at 2:02 pm
Katya Kantar BRONZE, Westfield, Indiana
4 articles 37 photos 14 comments
Awww thank you very much. This means a lot to me!

Descant GOLD said...
on Apr. 22 2009 at 4:31 am
Descant GOLD, Huntington Beach, California
15 articles 40 photos 26 comments

Favorite Quote:
"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened" –Albert Camus

I'm going to keep an eye out for your work. This is very good.

Like your photos, too!




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