L-et the chill be warmed
I-n the brightness of day;
Z-enith conspires with sun,
L-etting the rain fade away.
P-ure delight and pleasure
A-re conniving with thrill;
T-wenty-fourth November
A-ims to warm the
C-hill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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