An Acrostic

Swayed and staggered Twisted and twirled by the ghoulish windOn the almost barren, haggard branches Rags of leaves once vibrant and verdant Mourning the memories of a swirling springClinging to an aeon of bygone dreams Etched and inked on the canvas of mind Limp now perhaps once agile Every now and then trying to riseBent, broken , browbeaten, bruised &...

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