green moss hug stones
white blossoms on apple tree
birds fly to refuge
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dozens of birds chirp
soothing sound of soft raindrops
lushest green grass grows
shine on, shine pink moon
up in the sky, all will stare
not ... clouded over
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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