J-ust let March twenty-ninth
O-pen the early Wednesday;
A-fter the cold raindrops,
N-ight chill fades away.
R-ise of the sun begins,
I-solated shadows are gone;
V-ile weather turns fine,
E-ventide turns into dawn.
R-ugged wind and storm are both waving goodbye;
A-nother morn has broken, as the twilight passes by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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