J-anuary tenth morn
O-ffers a fine weather;
S-un has begun to rise,
I-t's a nice Tuesday
E-ver.
S-hadows Monday are gone,
O-ne beacon is burning bright;
L-et the new dawn break,
L-et the day leave the night.
E-ver soft wind blows,
S-ilent river remains clear;
T-he breeze whispers gently
R-ight into the right
E-ar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice concept! Well delivered piece. Thanks for sharing. Sylva-Onyema Uba.
Thanks, Sylva... I’ve treasured your comment for almost one year now🤓🤓🤓