Bernard F. Asuncion
Words Of Art - Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
A-scending sun in the morning
N-ewly shines its light;
N-ighttime has just turned
I-nto a day burning bright.
E-ventide is out of sight,
L-eaving no trace to find;
Y-ou cannot see its flight
N-or can you keep it in your mind.
M-onth of joyful January
A-ppeals to me for writing on;
R-hyme of acrostic is sent to you
T-wenty-fourth early dawn.
I-nto your soul and spirit,
N-ext to your mind and heart;
E-ver inspiring lines
Z-ealously convey the words of art.
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