L-ight second of March
I-s leaving the dark cold night;
L-ovely Thursday morning
I-s setting things
A-right.
C-oal clouds up above
A-re nowhere in view;
S-un has begun rising
T-o brighten up the blue.
I-t's a beautiful new dawn,
L-et the twilight end;
L-et the dusk disappear,
O-ne beacon begins to ascend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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