Fruit Juice Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Fruit Juice

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G-low in the blue sky
I-s shining sixteenth January;
G-leams above the clouds
I-ntensify the glory.

T-he Monday beacon comes,
R-ising above the horizon;
A-iming to bathe your heart,
P-ouring raindrops are gone.
S-unday shadows disappear, as you wake from slumber;
I-t's a refreshing fruit juice processed by the juicer.

Fruit Juice
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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