A Ceramic Elephant
- Kiara Dela Cruz
- Sep 17, 2024
- 1 min read
In the quiet of the room, it sits.
A gray ceramic elephant,
with tusks that curve and eyes that glint.
Its surface cool, a moonlit shade,
mottled gray, where shadows danced.
Every crease on its hide, every gentle curve,
is a whisper of a distant past.
Its presence hollows deep,
reflecting fragments of dreams,
fleeting moments of joy and sorrow.
Frozen in its delicate stillness.
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