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Riding on the fence

Pretty painted pictures in my head,
Donít you know the price you pay for entertaining pretty things?
Everything reminds me --
Brazen green and blazing red,
Vivid hues of swirling blues,
Gold on the horizon lights the day until it sets.
At night, you never wonder if one star outshines the next.

There is no time to stop and wallow,
 in confines of grief and sorrow,
or regrets Ė
None of those can stop tomorrow.
Iíll confess Ė
Every day is one more further from the rest.

The pictures arenít the same,
Donít you know the tears you shed when everything has changed?
Please donít remind me --
Dulling green and faded red,
Blues reduced to solemn gray,
The sun is too ashamed to show its rays up over head.
At night, you lay and wonder if the stars are all but dead.
Cyn80
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