The Crumbling Empire of MemoriesA Poem by AnnieYet another work on nostalgia.Sleeping in nostalgia... Mirages of dust Crumbles into my eyes Brings cracked illusions of the past Like the aged frescos of Michelangelo Once heavenly, ethereal, and brilliant Now painful, crumbling echoes Doomed to disintegrate And be sifted Into the ashy mirages of dreams. Ash stirred and whisked by the shifting presence Of one looking into the past. © 2013 AnnieAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAnnieGarrettsville, OHAboutI never get tired of: Moonlight, Sun shining through leaves, Singing in the shower, Classical: languages and music, Star gazing, Running, Snowboarding, I am eighteen, I live on a farm, .. more..Writing
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