J-ust let the beacon zone
E-rase the dark or gray;
S-un starts to ascend,
S-weeping the night
A-way.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm better day;
L-et the rapture remain,
L-et the light gladly stay.
A-pril fourteenth Friday,
C-herished love has already grown;
R-age, anger, and hate hide
U-nder the beacon
Z-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like every day. Thanks
Thanks, Jazib... I truly appreciate the rates you've given to my poems....