Bernard F. Asuncion Summer Poems

Morn's beacon beholds the land
In the chagrin's lonely hand;
Gray day is hard to withstand.
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Have a great birthday, Kristine Kaye,
The morning sun begins to smile;
The sad shadows are gone away;
Yes, the time is in summer style.
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M-iss not the summer blast thrill,
A-pril fourteenth Saturday;
L-et not the entire moment turn
I-nto dark, blue, and gray.
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M-irthful summer blast time
A-ims to entertain everyone;
L-et lonely twilight turn
I-nto a joyful break of dawn.
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W-indy Thursday night
H-as turned into warm Friday;
E-vening shadows disappear,
N-ew dawn leaves the
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G-lad lady of summer
L-ets my pen write a rune;
A-llowing me to create a rhyme,
D-ay twenty-three of June.
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