Beneath The Blue Sky Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

Beneath The Blue Sky



The world keeps turning,
The wind gently blows,
The grasses are green,
The mountains are high,
Under the heaven.

The silent sea
Show no big waves,
The ocean sand
Becomes castles.

The birds fly
Soaring high
With their wings

Beneath
The blue

Sky.

Form: Diminished Hexaverse

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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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