Soft Sofa
M-orn seventeenth February
A-ims to meet the light;
R-ising sun Friday keeps
Y-ou away from the night.
A-fter the Thursday twilight,
R-ed beacon begins to rise;
D-arkness has turned
I-nto warm and bright skies.
L-et the alarm wake her up,
L-et the dawn see her aura;
O-ne woman is so cool,
S-itting on a soft sofa.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2019
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