M-orning meets the sunrise,
E-arly lights are crimson;
G-leams give glow to the day,
Z-enith awaits the beacon.
C-herish the orange rays,
U-nderneath the blue sky;
D-ay twenty-seventh November
A-ims not to make you cry.
P-ure delight and pleasure
A-re brought to your eyes;
S-ee the wonderful view, morning meets the sunrise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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