B-urning beacon comes up,
E-liminating the blue;
T-he future lies ahead,
T-he past is far from
Y-ou.
L-et the new dawn break,
A-pril seventeenth Monday;
N-ight cold chill is over,
D-eparting from your way.
E-arly morn warms your heart,
R-ugged weather is gone;
O-pen your eyes to light brought by the burning beacon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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