A-s you read my acrostic,
N-ew dawn has just broken;
N-ovember twenty-sixth day,
A-nother light shines in heaven.
L-et your eyes read my acrostic, after the chill is over;
Y-our heart will be warmed by the words of the writer.
P-ure delight will be felt,
U-nder the wide blue sky;
L-et the lines comfort you
I-nstead of making you cry.
D-eny not the sweet rhyme, ignore not the music;
O-pen your mind to harmony, as you read my acrostic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem