E-arly seventeenth February,
D-usk and darkness depart;
I-t's a lovely Friday,
T-he morn warms your
H-eart.
G-leams from the beacon
O-bliterate the night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
Z-enith denies the twilight.
A-llow the sun to shine;
L-et him show his glory;
E-njoy the open waters,
Z-one of beach in Miami.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem