M-orning look at the sky
A-ims to amaze your eyes;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
I-nclement clime won't
A-rise.
R-efreshing look at sky
O-bliterates the strife;
N-ovember fifteenth day
A-llows the dawn to calm your life.
F-rom the blue sky above, feel the warmth of beacon;
E-arly lights that shine are pink, red and crimson.
B-ehold the morning sky,
U-nderneath is a white cloud;
E-rasing the thunderbolt,
N-o more rumbling
O-ut loud.
R-aindrops don't fall
O-n the beautiful meadow;
L-oneliness won't be felt
U-nless you think of sorrow.
N-ew promise from above is truly far from lie;
A-n eager gaze at the lane, morning look at the sky.
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