L-et the final night turn
I-nto a brand new year's day;
N-ever let December twenty-first
D-rive the fireworks
A-way.
R-each the final night,
A-s you see a good sign;
M-onday January first
O-pens the morn with
S-hine.
D-ark shadows will fade,
E-vading the bright light;
J-oyous beacon will rise up
A-fter the final
N-ight.
This is beautiful! Who wouldn't want to have a birthday poem such as this written for them! The master of acrostics pens another little jewel!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your acrostic poems never fail to delight your readers for their flow and wit. Nudershada