As You Touch Your Hair
J-ust let the Tuesday come,
E-liminating the night;
M-isty Monday makes an exit,
S-weet sunrise is in
S-ight.
O-n seventh day February,
C-old raindrops diminish;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
N-othing to do for fog but vanish.
A-fter the chill is gone, warm wind fills the air;
S-avor the gentle breeze, as you touch your hair.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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