Coming From the Crimson
L-ight begins to shine
A-fter the long, cold night;
V-ile weather passes by,
E-arly sun is burning bright.
R-ay starts to bring
N-othing but the glow;
E-nding the sad twilight as well as the dark shadow.
T-wentieth day November
R-eplaces the evening chill;
A-llowing the dawn to cause
P-ure delight and thrill.
S-tand up from slumber to say hello to the beacon;
I-t's time to feel the warmth coming from the crimson.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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