T-wenty-sixth of February
E-liminates the moon;
S-aturday shadows fade,
S-unshine sees the noon.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
O-ne early Sunday morning;
R-ays of the beacon bathe,
P-ure warmth they bring.
U-nderneath the blue sky, warmth fills your heart;
Z-enith awaits the rising light, as the raindrops depart.
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