G-azing at nothing but air
A-llows you to think so deep;
R-ising sun starts after
Y-our night slumber or sleep.
M-orning beacon comes up
A-gain to meet your eyes;
R-ays have turned the cold wind
I-nto warmth neath the skies.
N-ow that the storm is gone,
A-im at the new beginning;
S-aturday seventeenth of February, reflect while gazing at nothing.
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