I-t's the day's x-factor,
R-ising sun warms the wind;
E-arly Wednesday April twelfth,
N-ight chill comes to an
E-nd.
F-lames from the fire
E-rase the dark of horror;
L-et the beacon begin,
I-t's the day's
X-factor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good acrostic. Thanks
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