M-orn four of the second month
Y-ear two thousand sixteen;
R-ising sun has turned
E-arly cockcrow to a daylight scene.
L-ong lonely night has drifted into the deepest darkness;
L-etting the special moment make the dawn in full brightness.
L-et me send this humble greeting
A-nd warm wish of mine;
M-essage may enter into your soul,
I-n your heart and in your mind.
N-othing else but these words are running through my vein;
A-ccept them, modesty aside, they can wash away your pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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