L-et sunny Saturday warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ew dawn has broken, making a brand new start.
E-arly eighteenth of March,
S-unshine starts to rise;
C-oal clouds become white,
O-pening the wide blue skies.
B-eacon is just ascending
A-bove the bright horizon;
L-et the light stay alive, let the life go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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