Bernard F. Asuncion
Toward The Top - Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
R-ight after the night is gone
O-r the early daybreak;
M-ist makes its way out,
W-ith no chance to make.
E-vening shadows disappear,
L-ightness shines so well;
L-ife ahead is promising to be bright as future can tell.
R-ight before your sight,
E-yes of you are sparkling;
V-iew in virtuosity
I-s like a star in the morning.
T-wenty-second January morn gives room to rev-up;
A-s you savor the special day, life shall improve toward the top.
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