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Cammil Meddley Poem
A sunrise like no other is before me, but for some reason its color is the color of the moon.
My moon is shaped as a full crescent yet in the pupil of my eye from the corner of my brain I see the speckles of red and blue,
If I had noticed, if I had seen if only I had caught it before This never would've been.
But to start I have to end, to end this madness I have to find the the starting point.
Copyright © Cammil Meddley | Year Posted 2019
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Cammil Meddley Poem
It started out well, it was fine it was good, but the time ticked by and eventually I realized the difference, it wasn't as it should have been...how it all started...I blame it all on them
From the start to the end
The sound was heard even far from deep within the precious soul
That withered flower now placed in the light to show all its dreadful colors
There wasn't much to behold except the many spots us humans call burns
Though perhaps the best way to describe it would be the very darkest of space
It's beauty to the eye was gone but all hope wasn't lost there was still the other senses
Again, I blame the swords that flew and the swordsman who wielded them for the site now on the ground.
Copyright © Cammil Meddley | Year Posted 2019
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