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Life.
Death.
Its amazing how words
so simple.
so ordinary.
so usual.
can have the impact of thousands.
people say
that magic is a great thing
something so rarely seen
it isn't known to exist.

however, I disagree.

magic is everywhere
it is seen in everything.

the dew glazed over the grass
the bright sunrise against a dying sky
waterfalls cascading down over rocks
the gentle breeze blowing a forest full of trees
the ocean roaring against a sandy beach
mountains bright against the  sky.

there is magic in EVERYTHING .
my feet shift the darkened sand
leaving footprints in their place
the water brushes against my legs
and wind blows in my face
as the seagulls cry aloud
i continue my steady pace
then sand blows in my eyes suddenly
and I run as if in a race
the ocean has chased me away today
but tomorrow i will be back to this place.
Sitting there, my dread began to descend,
I knew, in that moment, that this was the end.
The end of all things, the end of my world,
My sentence proclaimed, my doom was heard.
My head on my knees, my cries soon resound,
Yet my pleas went unheard, not one made a sound.
Surely judgement would be better than this,
The punishment is too hard, something must be amiss.
But no, I heard it right,
My sentence is real, there will be no more light.
I will lift my head high, they will not see me stumble,
I will be strong right now, I will not fumble.
I will accept this fate with a head held high,
I will wear a fake smile as I do in a lie.
So I get up with a hand stretched out,
And accept my homework without even a shout.
Night is so silent
Blackness so cold.
With a whisper I shatter
All that had grown old.
Sunset is peaceful
Silence is bliss
But when that is gone
There is a gaping abyss.
Coldness surrounds me
As dark as black death
I give up for
Night is the day’s death.
 Aug 2014 Andrea Fann
oakley
Highway
 Aug 2014 Andrea Fann
oakley
It's a long higway.
It's a hard one to drive down.
I've got miles to go before I'm home.
Can you blame me for speeding?
 Aug 2014 Andrea Fann
oakley
Monsters are real.
But they don't live in our closets, or under our beds.
They live inside of us.
Sometimes they win.
Don't let your monsters win.
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