Y-our birthday has come,
U-sing March twenty-first;
M-orning light early Tuesday
I-s a blessing, not curse.
S-un has begun to rise,
A-fter the long cold night;
L-et the new dawn break,
A-iming to leave the twilight.
D-arkness and shadows
A-re turning into a beacon;
N-o more mist and fog, find the bright horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice i want you hyjghjk