R-ising sun fifteenth January
O-pens the day anew;
L-aughter and cheer begin,
L-oneliness is far from
Y-ou.
D-ark shadows disappear,
E-arly Sunday morning;
L-ight above the horizon
I-s truly in the offing.
Z-enith awaits the beacon, as you look upon the sky;
O-pen both your wings, then fly and soar high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Outstanding acrostic, Bernard❤️❤️❤️