A granite morning
stony-faced
the construction pit
eroding away
like confidence
seeming to say
there’s nothing much
that is guaranteed
to stay
.
no birds no rain
no breeze
just two trees
that seem somehow
fake, given their present
surroundings
OPTIONAL POETRY 
This is the kind of poetry I like, written in not some alien language and understandable.
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Thank you! I would agree that there’s a lot of poetry out there that is needless difficult and opaque
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Yes there is. I was so low on morale after a few such reads, that I thought I shouldn’t even try writing. I couldn’t understand a word. But your poetry is classic and gives hope. Keep up the good word. 🙂
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The ending made me chuckle. 😀 A pleasure to read, as always 🙂
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Thanks Yusra 🙂
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Your writing is wonderful!
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome.
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Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Tanya!
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Was the assonance/ rhyming intentional? Just curious.
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sort of? Sometimes I just go with it
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