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The colors of the sunset are the hardest to ignore,
They creep up slowly all the day and knock right on your door.
A checkpoint of reminders that the nighttime comes so soon,
For lovers and for sleeping love to find themselves at days adieu.

The burning bush of daylight seems a panoramic wide,
A flowing view of warning hue's for danger to abide,
I notice once and notice twice that each is differently so,
The sun shall drop the stars shall light the moon shall always glow.
Goodbye to say hello.
A poem i wrote
  May 2015 MsAmendable
Justin S Wampler
I will never be of tomorrow.
The past will always be
the path that I follow.
MsAmendable May 2015
Wafting through your home in a housecoat,
Ends trailing, you hold the railing.
Put cereal in your bowl, and eat it cold;
Thoughts dragged to dreams,
Your hands to your pen,
Putting words to emote the leaves
And they cling falteringly to starving trees
On the brink of release-
You sit back in your hard chair,
Almost not even there,
Gaze an empty stare,
You see beyond your caging walls,
Magic is alive! Songs in the skies and wind!
Who said crazy was a sin?
I'll say its amazing, go back to your dream
And draw it, paint it, write it again
See it, live it again.
And then, share some with me
So I, too can see.
MsAmendable May 2015
Music in silence
Is the swish of leaves on trees
The shush of the breeze
The smiles on buttercups
The sweet clovers wishing you luck
The coy wiles of roses
And the big blue sky that never imposes
The sound of frost creeping over every
         blade of grass at night
The first, and last, few rays of light
The brush of feathers
And dew straining on silken tethers
The silhouette of seas afar
The promise and hush of sleepy stars
The sun warmed dirt beneath our feet;
The song of silence never misses a beat
MsAmendable May 2015
A new way
A new look
Its not the same
A wonderful change
And here to stay
So why not say
How beautiful it is
And will be.

History wasn't made
By people who were the same
They were all born different
And lived through the pain
To the gain.

Pave your own way
No matter what they do
'Cause nothing can deter
You beautiful you (:
Wrote this for an assignment on 'different is beautiful' for the book 'the chrysalids'
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