Early Morn Ninth of April
E-arly morn ninth of April
M-akes the Sunday sublime;
B-eautiful beacon comes up,
E-rasing the twilight
T-ime.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
R-aindrops have vanished,
A-s the cold chill passes by.
N-ew dawn has broken,
G-iving a thousand thrill;
O-ne light is in view, early morn ninth of April.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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