Bernard F. Asuncion Concrete Poems

The city's hum, a steel and glass domain,
A million faces, whispering my name,
Yet none I know, no laughter warm and deep,
Just echoing streets where lonely shadows creep.
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A-fter the twilight ends,
N-ew dawn is about to break;
N-either dusk nor dark
A-ims to bring heartache.
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M-orning seventh January
A-ims to meet Saturday;
E-vening chill disappears, dusk and twilight fade away.
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