My first attempt at an acrostic poem -
Rising tides flowing within,
Inevitably swallowing the banks where
Vacant lands would reside,
Encapsulating the very source of supporting life,
Remembering where the river once dwelt.
My first attempt at an acrostic poem -
Rising tides flowing within,
Inevitably swallowing the banks where
Vacant lands would reside,
Encapsulating the very source of supporting life,
Remembering where the river once dwelt.
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