E-arly Friday morning
I-s opening the new dawn;
Y-our birthday has come,
A-fter the dusk is gone.
P-ink skyline is in sight,
E-vening chill fades away;
G-ray clouds don't gather,
A-pril twenty-eighth day.
R-ugged wind from the ocean
I-s calmed by the beacon burning;
D-ark shadows disappear,
O-ne early Friday morning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem