R-ise of the sun early
I-n thirty-first December
C-omforts your heart and mind,
H-owling wind and chill are over.
E-vening shadows disappear, Friday night passes by;
L-et Saturday come out, to bring colors to the sky.
A-s you wake up from slumber,
N-ew morn has started the fun;
D-awn has just gladly shared
E-arly rise of the
S-un.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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