L-et the Wednesday warm
Y-our mind and your heart;
D-awn of the new morn
I-s never falling
A-part.
P-ouring rain March twenty-second
E-vades the break of day;
R-ise of the sun begins,
E-vening chill is far
A-way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem