J-ust don't know how,
E-xplain to me the way;
M-ake me understand
E-very step to light the day.
R-ise of the morning sun
L-ets me get a good idea;
Y-es, the beacon will bring
N-othing but euphoria.
A-llow me to make you glad,
L-et me make your heart glow;
E-ither eye won't turn sad,
J-ust ignoring the sorrow.
A-llow the crimson to paint
N-othing but pink or red;
D-awn's beaming gleams
R-ise above your head.
I-n second of December,
N-ew leaf sprouts in a bough;
O-ne flame brightens your birth, thanks, now I know how.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely acrostic, dear Bernie...10+++