Gain From Pain
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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D-ecember thirtieth morn
I-s breaking early Friday;
A-nother twilight is gone,
N-ight cold chill fades away.
N-o more mist and haze, smoke is nowhere in sight;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark of night.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
O-ne light has come out;
R-ise of the sun begins,
P-ine trees' trunks sprout.
U-nderneath the blue sky, the lion cubs wildly train;
Z-one of predator and prey shows the gain from pain.
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