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Relics of Love.

Posted to Action Poetry




In the red and ebony embers,
Of loves burnt out timbers.
Tears evaporate on touch.

Past eradicated,vanquished,vanished,
Ashes and dust remains.
No fermenting essence of past.
All reduced to carbon base.

Our still warm ashes,
Offer no comfort.
Cold grave of past.
No elements for the future.