L-et Saturday morning
A-llows you to greet the day;
I-t's a beautiful sunrise,
Z-enith wipes the rain
A-way.
E-arly dawn has broken,
S-eventeenth December;
P-lacing the Friday night
I-nto the deep slumber.
N-either mist nor haze
A-ims to shroud the light;
S-hadows have disappeared,
E-ach ray is ever bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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