Sunshine Bathes Your Birth
Z-enith awaits the red ray,
I-n first day of December;
A-nother morn has brought
N-othing but good weather.
Z-one of pure brightness
E-ndorses so much mirth;
U-sing the beacon's light,
S-unshine bathes your birth.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2020
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