Dews in the morning
Polished on a blade of glass
soon vanish in heat
My own tears falling
hold fast my hope with faith rise
captures the small light
Tokpisin Translation
Wara long moning
Sain lo longpla tip blo grass
bai pinis lo hot
Aiwara blo mi yet
Holim disla liklik lait
wantaim hope na faith
Joan's flower poem 
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