30 Poems in 30 Days: Day 30
Write a poem about the end of something.
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Orchids and clover hung from pots
on the outside wall of his house,
and that strange white night-blooming flower.
The stars were out, shining clearly,
and moonlight vied with lamplight,
illuminating his hanging garden faintly.…
When he moved away, he took not one plant.
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