Half-Buried
L-et twenty-third December
E-rase the Thursday twilight;
N-ew dawn has broken, leaving the chill of night.
I-t's a beautiful Friday,
B-ad weather turns good;
A-s you wake from slumber,
R-eady your delightful food.
R-ise of morning beacon keeps the sea from being rugged,
A-llow the sand to make your body half-buried.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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