Zenith Awaits The Beacon
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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M-onday night has passed,
E-arly Tuesday starts to shine;
L-etting the new morn break,
I-t will make you feel fine.
Z-enith awaits the beacon, after the darkness is gone;
A-nother twilight has turned into a fresh warm dawn;
M-ist and haze passes by,
A-s you wake from slumber;
R-aindrops are not in sight,
T-hirteenth of December.
I-t's a beautiful day,
N-o more shadows on the horizon;
E-ventide turns into a bright light,
Z-enith awaits the beacon.
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