Bernard F. Asuncion Leaves Poems

The river flows, a constant silent guide,
Where moments drift like leaves upon the stream,
And youthful dreams where once we took our pride,
Now fade to whispers in a waking dream.
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K-iss the dark goodbye, shadows waves farewell;
A-dieu to the evening, as well as to the chill.

A-llow Thursday to shine,
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J-oy
A-fter
N-ight
S-orrow
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E-arly twenty-sixth January,
L-ight is burning bright;
Y-our birthday begins to bring a genuine or pure delight.
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C-louds Friday March tenth
R-emain white in the sky;
I-t's a lovely morning,
A-s the night passes by.
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J-ust let the pain pass,
E-vening chill fades away;
A-fter the cold Saturday night,
N-ew dawn meets the Sunday.
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