M-ake seventh January
A-ble to meet the dawn;
R-aindrop in the sky
I-s already gone.
V-ile weather Saturday
I-s nowhere to be found;
C-oal clouds don't gather, Friday storm is not around.
B-eautiful beacon shines
U-nderneath the skyway;
E-vening chill disappears,
N-ew dawn makes you feel
O-kay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem