Looking With Your Fingers Crossed
L-et Wednesday morn break,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
Z-enith meets the noon, with white clouds up high.
E-arly twenty-fifth January,
L-et the sun starts to rise;
B-eacon begins to shine,
A-s beheld by your eyes.
N-o more mist and haze,
C-hill fades into the moss;
O-pen your heart to warmth,
L-ooking with your fingers crossed.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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