D-awn that has broken
E-arly wakes you from slumber;
C-herish the new morning
I-n first day of December.
G-et up from your bed,
A-s the sun starts to break;
R-ays from the blue sky
N-ullify your heartache.
O-pen your eyes to beacon,
Z-enith is waiting up high;
A-llow your mind to think as the night passes by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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