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Fortitude - A Sentence Acrostic
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Poetry
Just now the woodland sleeps
as the snow falls and blankets the ground.
A gentle hush falls over the dreaming trees, quiet like a
woman that is lost to thought. In time the wood
will wake and and send forth life. But for now the sleepers
wait patiently, lost in the musings of night,
for the spring rains will come again and the
love of the sun will fill their reveries.
