Sign Language

J-anuary twenty-fifth morn
E-rases the dark night; 
S-hadows have disappeared, 
S-o does the twilight.
I-t's a beautiful Wednesday, 
E-arly beacon begins to ascend; 
C-old chill fades away, 
A-s the long raindrops end.

T-alk to the well-wishers
A-bout your young age; 
N-ever forget other things, through a sign language.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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