M-orning has just broken
I-n twenty-ninth November;
C-old chill of the night
H-as stayed from a fine weather.
E-vening shadows disappear,
L-etting the crimson rise;
L-ight in the wide blue lane
E-rases the tears in your eyes.
J-ust gaze at the bright sky
A-fter you wake from slumber;
Y-our both eyes have been
M-ade beautiful
E-ver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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