I-t's a lovely Friday,
R-ed beacon emits the rays;
I-n twenty-fourth February,
S-hining light sweeps the
H-aze.
A-fter the twilight is gone,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
N-o more mist and fog,
E-arly morn mends the ache.
S-un above the horizon
I-s just slowly rising;
A-llow the sky to behold
T-he back to back bonding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem