M-onday morning comes,
A-fter the Sunday shadow;
E-arly thirteenth February fills your eyes with glow.
G-ray haze and mist
A-re nowhere in view;
L-et the break of dawn
O-bliterate the blue.
N-ew day is now shining, underneath the skyway;
O-ne life is just brightly bathed by the sun ray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love underneath the skyway. So poetic.++10 Robert
It’s inspiring to read your words of support, Robert... Much thanks🤓🤓🤓🙏🙏🙏