Aiming At the Zenith
L-et Sunday beacon warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
K-iss the chill goodbye,
A-s the raindrops depart.
O-pen your mind to skyway,
R-each the cloud underneath;
T-wenty-sixth noon February
I-s aiming at the
Z-enith.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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