R-ight before your view,
O-ne morn meets the skies;
S-un has started to smile,
E-arly beacon begins to rise.
R-ight before your view,
A-nother dawn has broken;
B-eautiful Friday comes,
A-s both your eyes open.
C-herish the brightness,
A-fter the night so blue;
L-et June twenty-third shine, right before your view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that we should all read.
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