Bernard F. Asuncion
A Ray Flower In White December - Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
D-ressed in genuine purity,
A-nd yellow at the middle;
I-ts fragrant and sweet scent
S-oothes your nose as
P-etals of her are first class
A-s she is well-developed;
R-ay flower in the garden
E-nhances one's faith and hope.
D-aisy is arrayed in purity,
E-xpressing the modesty in her;
S-imple but truly attractive, a twenty-sixth ray flower in white December.
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