A-n acrostic warms your heart,
N-ight chill fades into the wind;
N-o more loneliness,
I-t will finally
E-nd.
T-his acrostic warms your heart,
O-bliterating the ache;
L-et the words wish you well,
O-n the start of daybreak.
S-un has begun to rise, mist and shadows depart;
A-pril twenty-seventh Thursday, an acrostic warms your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem