Only the Euphoria
N-ew morn March seventeenth
O-pens the fog-less Friday;
R-ise of the sun begins,
M-aking the dark fade away.
A-fter the dusk is gone, dawn starts to show up;
N-ight chill disappears, as the cold raindrops stop.
M-eadow's mist has faded,
O-n the day of your birth;
N-o more haze outside
T-o bother the mirth.
A-nother storm is brewing,
N-ever let it enter the area;
O-n guard, you secure the earth, allowing only the euphoria.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018
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