K-iss the chill farewell,
R-aindrops stop to fall;
E-vening chill is not felt
I-n the field, in the mall.
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-usk disappears into the night;
E-arly morn meets the sun,
L-ight has set things aright.
D-ark Monday has turned
I-nto a Tuesday flame;
O-ne wind is whispering
N-othing but your name.
E-njoy the fresh breath of breeze,
D-ay twenty-first February;
A-llow the air to fill the balloons for the party.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem