Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume IV

I took a break from writing atrocious sonnets for a time to work on my acrostic poetry. If you've never studied poetry, an acrostic poem is one in which the first letters of every line form a word. I give you…Winter. Apparently, I felt some sort of tragic kinship with snowflakes. I was probably grounded at the time, or something.

Winds are coming cold
In the air, and in my heart
No one came to drive the cold away
Today I watched the snow fall
Each snowflake, isolated and alone
Reaching the ground without a chance to fly

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