The Crimson Scent
T-wenty-fifth January morn,
E-arly break of the new dawn;
T-all trees and fragrant flowers
H-ide for a while their thorn.
R-ed roses spread the pleasant
O-dor by a hundred percent;
S-weet smell and beauty
A-re sharing the crimson
S-cent.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2016
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