S-trong brewing storm
H-as turned into a fine day;
E-arly light is shining,
R-ays take the haze away.
Y-our birth brings much mirth to the Tuesday dawn;
L-onely dusk disappears, dark shadows are gone.
A-pril nineteenth is fun,
P-ure delight denies the night;
O-ne twilight passes by,
G-ray sky is turning bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem