cocooning under
covers 'til fondest verses
rise to the surface
iPhone rests on heart
hands tired of holding it
blue light extinguished
faintest window light
slowly brightens with sunrise
sunglasses at noon
Today's final National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo challenge #30 is to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken ...
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