The Therapist Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The Therapist



G-ray clouds don't gather,
R-ise of the sun begins;
A-n early Monday has come,
C-hill of the evening
E-nds.

A-llow the night to pass,
L-et thirtieth January break;
F-ill your heart with mirth,
E-liminating the ache.
R-aindrops have disappeared,
E-ven the haze and mist;
Z-one of making one strong is the place of the therapist.

The Therapist
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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Bernard F. Asuncion

Bernard F. Asuncion

Subic, Philippines
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