No More Pain And Teardrop Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

C-oal clouds tenth of March
H-ave all become white;
E-arly dawn has broken,
R-ising sun sets things aright.
Y-our birthday has come, comforting your heart and mind;
L-onely dusk passes by, dark is left behind.

T-hursday twilight is gone,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
T-he Friday morning light
A-ims to shine up high.
A-fter the cold chilling rain, beacon begins to show up;
N-o more mist and fog, no more pain and teardrop.