the fire breathed its last; its warmth able to sustain no longer; formed ashes now burn in the cold, now dust unrecognizable in the wind's fierce sweeping.
the wind: unfamiliar to what it carries; takes away the remains of what once a cheerful soul, soulful heart, now nought but ashes without a fire; mere dust to the wild wind.
dust, thus i am. i have become, inevitably, without you.
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Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2005
~~~this poem takes me to sadness, very nice poem~~~martin~~
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