N-ew dawn that breaks
I-n the morning light
L-ets the beacon rise, leaving the lonely night.
F-og, haze and mist
A-re nowhere in view;
L-anes above the clouds
A-re both wide and blue.
M-idnight moon up high
I-s just over and gone;
N-ovember twenty-seventh
I-s much brighter one.
A-llow the sun to bathe
N-othing but your shoulder;
O-pen your eyes to red rays that make the day better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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