Sign Language
B
Bernard F. Asuncion
0
Altın Yaprak
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.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş