M-arch thirtieth Thursday
I-s truly fair and better;
K-ind weather stays fine,
E-arly morn gets warmer.
E-vening chill disappears,
S-taying away from your birth;
C-rimson sun has caused
A-nother bunch of million mirth.
S-ad and alone twilight turns into a new dawn;
O-nce the dusk has ended, blue sky meets the beacon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem