E-arly light that shines
M-akes you rise from sleep;
M-orning has just made
A-nother promise to keep.
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re nowhere in view;
R-ed rays from above
C-ancel the gray and blue.
I-n thirtieth day November, new dawn starts to break;
A-llow the crimson to wipe and dry the tears from ache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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