Of Mirth and Pure Delight
T-hirteenth of December
I-s waking you up from slumber
T-uesday morn has broken,
O-ne sad twilight is over.
B-etween the pink and blue lanes,
O-range blends with the sky;
R-ed beacon is burning bright,
G-leams are glowing up high.
A-nother sunny day is shining,
N-ew dawn denies the Monday night;
I-t fulfills the unbroken vow
O-f mirth and pure delight.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2018
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