T-wenty-seventh of February
E-liminates the night;
S-unlight Monday has come,
S-etting everything aright.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
T-he black Sunday shadow
I-s just passing by.
E-arly morning light
R-ises above the horizon;
R-eaching the bright zenith,
E-njoying the glorious
Z-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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