F-ine feeling fills your heart,
R-egardless of the weather;
E-arly Monday March twelfth,
D-ark night is finally over.
S-ublime and fine feeling
I-s also in your mind;
D-espite the throes and woes,
L-ife of you is one of a kind.
A-s the bright beacon rises,
C-loud shows a silver lining;
A-nother day has brought
N-othing but fine feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem