ahh breathe that fresh air
listen to the waves splash
winter ? I forget
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weeping willow waves
the welcome to warm spring wind
soft as a feather
I don’t remember
when I fell asleep reading
his head on my shoulder
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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