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Certainly, Colorfully




mouths of grievers seek wisdom of wounds

the ground lies silent,  offers up to them their lost lovers 
as the flowers they keen above



you shall know me, 
my stem arching to you a brilliance

blushes into a breeze
across your lips









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  • Night Hope gold member
    September 16

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    I love how you intone such sorrow into the breadths of such utter beauty, as you have done in this remarkable poem, Danny. You know I also love the word "keen", too. This is a luminous piece of work, Mister.