Written In Your Palm Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

P-ouring rain and chill
A-re brought to oblivion;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
L-ight comes from the beacon.
I-t's a lovely Saturday,
N-ew morn meets the dawn;
A-iming at eleventh February, as Friday fog is gone.

C-oal clouds up above
A-re nowhere in view;
N-o more mist and haze,
E-arly rays brighten the blue.
T-he smile in your face has made the weather calm;
E-xpose the lines and letters written in your palm.