The Promising Sign Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The Promising Sign



R-ise of the beacon begins,
O-n twenty-ninth December;
S-hadows have faded,
E-ven the inclement weather.

A-llow Thursday to come,
R-eplacing Wednesday night;
E-arly morn has broken,
V-iew above sets things aright.
A-s you wake from slumber,
L-et the sun start to shine;
O-pen both your eyes to see the promising sign.

The Promising Sign
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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