Faintly breathes the summer wind
hot breath against my face
where once your ruby lips
pleased to come to rest,
now long abandoned and
buried 'neath forgetfulness.
Soft the touch of mem'ry
as it caresses my mind
while I kneel before the altar
of our burt-out love,
where I lay the shards
of my shattered glass heart.
Whispers far and away
drift back through time to me,
direct the flow of
conscious tho't along the path
were footsteps trod
and left imprinted on the ground
the impression of swelling
hearts and beaming souls,
engraved in clay to fade away.
The embers lay cold
upon the altar I honor,
but I remain before
the brazen pillar,
alone and empty.
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Written July 11th, 2006
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i like.....
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sorry my bad, I forgot wich sight I am on
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I liked this. You penned (or typed as the case may be) a very powerful poem here. Dono why you put it in alljournal instead of allpoetry, but I liked it.
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Amazing imagery! A very well writtern poem! well done! its amazing. The pace is really good as wel
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*is speechless*
I honestly.. wow. I can't pick which my favorite part is, because each imagery, each line just spoke so much to me ^_^ I especially love your description of the shattered glass heart - because our own hearts ARE very fragile... and even if we do recover from past heartaches, scars just won't go away 
great work, I'm bookmarking this!
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Beautiful
Beautifully written, yet so sad and forlorne. the emotion that you bring to the surface is so very painful and real. Well done. Beautiful flow and rhythem.
*Go with God* my friend,
Valerie
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well penned
This is well penned and I can relate to the feeling of lost of lost love. I like the lines where you say "where I lay the shards/ of my shattered glass heart" Excellent line! Good job with this poem!
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