September : An acrostic poem


Springs spring new strings of solo

Erupting new waters with the new month

Pressing down tears, for  in flows of honey

Tie the ribbon, for we will cross the rubicon.

Evolving is the September bridge.

Moths fly in the moonless night for you are the light.

Buy bye to your tears

Evolving is drought of tears and spring of cackles.

Rend hands to the dwarf.  Lol

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