M-orning sun early Monday
A-ims to slowly ascend;
I-t's twenty-seventh February,
N-ight chill and raindrops
E-nd.
C-oal clouds up above
A-re all becoming white;
S-hining beacon rises
T-o set everything aright.
I-nclement weather stops,
L-etting the sky turn blue;
L-ight above the horizon
O-bliterates the dark hue.
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-vening quake evades the sea;
S-tart walking in the beach, because it's far from tsunami.
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