I held in my palms,
What has become of beauty
When flames devoured
What was once a glorious empire....
Ashes-
I held to my bosom,
What was left of might
When glamour vanished in the air....
Carcasses-
Without a word,
I gathered what now remained
Of an old friend;
I thrust those ashes
A golden vase....
Vanity-
And now,
It made no sense;
What do i make of those ashes
If the soul is LOST?
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