A stone retaining wall supporting a builder of empires.
The ghosts turn in their graves.
The air ever so slightly biting your cheeks.
A beautiful thing passes; it will never look the same.
A mirror shatters.
For this poem, I took a section of my free-writing and broke it up in to single sentences. I then ONLY deleted words and phrases I did not want to come up with this poem. My creative writing teacher had me do this. And it was awesome.