M-ake twenty-second January
A-ble to warm your birthday;
E-arly morn has broken, Saturday chill fades away.
R-ed beacon Sunday
I-s rising above the horizon;
A-s you wake from slumber,
N-ew dawn meets the crimson.
Z-enith awaits the noontime
A-t the sky blue and wide;
R-adiant rays from the sun
E-rase the haze in the
S-easide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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