W-indy night has turned
I-nto a warm beautiful day;
L-et the new dawn break,
M-aking the dusk fade
A-way.
S-unday nineteenth of March
A-ims to see the beacon;
N-ever stay on your bed,
T-read on the horizon.
I-nclement clime turns fine,
L-et the morn meet the light;
L-et the dark sky be blue;
A-fter the windy
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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