S-hadows Sunday evening
H-ave vanished into the gray;
E-arly March twenty-seventh, beacon bathes the better day.
S-unlight Monday morning
H-as begun to ascend;
A-fter the storm is gone,
N-ight cold raindrops
E-nd.
E-ach cloud above turns white,
N-o mist shrouding the horizon;
C-lear view is a sight to see,
I-ntention to amaze is
O-n.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem