Touch- Sharon's Acrostic
Towards a setting sun I trudge my weary way
Oblivious of the gathering darkness
Under a sullen and bleeding sky
Chagrined and beside myself with sorrow,
How can heaven stand by and let me languish so?
~Acrostic contest by Sharon Gulley
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