L-et the ocean amaze
Y-our eyes during dry season;
K-iss the rain goodbye,
A-s you behold the beacon.
M-ake both your eyes open,
A-pril twenty-third Sunday;
C-herish the morning breeze,
A-fter the chill fades away.
R-ugged wind disappears,
A-s you gaze at the open sea;
N-ever for a moment blink,
A-s wide as your eyes can
S-ee.
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I would like to translate this poem