A-s the twilight is gone,
N-ew dawn comes next;
A-s the fog Friday fades,
L-ight reaches the apex.
I-t's early March seventeenth,
Z-enith awaits the beacon;
A-nother day has broken, bringing warmth to the horizon.
A-fter the dusk disappears,
B-eautiful morn has won;
O-bliterating the night, as the twilight is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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