C-omfort of the mind
A-llows you to feel at ease;
T-he pain deep inside
H-as faded and ceased.
E-leventh November morn
R-elieves the chill of wind;
I-t warms the daybreak,
N-ight dark shadows
E-nd.
N-ew dawn that has broken
O-ffers a million mirth;
N-ever ever will it bring
A-mount of mess to earth.
T-wilight will pass by, gray dusk is left behind;
O-ne light in the sky is the comfort of the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem