Beneath The Sun Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion
Beneath The Sun
N-ew morn beneath the sun
I-s turning another page;
K-now the beauty of sunrise,
K-eep away from dark
I-mage.
A-nother dawn beneath the sun,
N-ever hides its great glory;
N-either lets the dusk remain,
E-arly twenty-sixth of January.
I-n the eyes of the beholder,
L-ight is both beauty and fun;
A-lways wait for the coming
N-ice day beneath the sun.
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