Weather Acrostic Poem by Clinton Siegle

Weather Acrostic



Weather is bad this time and era

eternity coming to crust to an edge

almost to the end of an era

time is but a moment, in reality, of life's edge

hell, has a place in this era

eternity is not found near the edge

reality eternity is over the edge.

Weather Acrostic
Saturday, January 30, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: acrostic,weather
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