G-ood morning light shines,
A-fter the mist fades away;
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a cool pleasant day.
N-ineteenth February, night shadows disappear;
O-n this special occasion, the beacon ascends in high gear.
S-ee the dawn comes rising,
A-s the dusk passes by;
R-ain suddenly stops falling,
M-aking azure the black sky.
I-nto the deepest darkness
E-vening haze has hidden;
N-ever mind the fog and smog,
T-he celebration is now
O-pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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