Numb. Cold.
Holiday lights
ring false; what cheer can blind
this world lost in self, violence?
Hush. Snow
falls slow. Our moment of silence
no answer. Can torn hearts
spill great light in
darkness?
A butterfly cinquain for Jane’s challenge #8.
Graceful Press Poetry 
heartrending poetry yet there is a glimpse of optimism there too
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Very timely poem. The spending frenzy is upon us as if that cancels out every other consideration.
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What Jane said.
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a poem to ponder and take to heart …
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Just beautiful, and so on point with everything going on this week. The snow comforts and the last lines give hope.
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