This slow
dying sorrow
pit we ache to cover
with layers of earth, fake flowers—
we need
rain-graced
perfect roses, lingering light
all faces sun-lifted
to joy and warmth
and song
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Graceful Press Poetry 
First reaction: Hmmm. You reveal too much truth. I like my fake flowers. 🙂
Second reaction: Beautiful. Wonderful movement from the pit to the sun, even the language lightens!
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Thank you. I’m writing circles around this one…trying to get at the heart…may be at it awhile.
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That can be frustrating (but good) work. You’re on the right track.
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I like the lift in the second stanza, the look with hope towards that brighter side of things.
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Hope is the better part…trying to pull myself back from that pit, ugh.
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