J-oy inside your mind
I-s felt Friday fifth of May;
N-either thrill nor mirth
G-ets out of your way.
B-urning beacon's rays
A-re up above the horizon;
D-ark shadow of the night
I-s brought to oblivion.
O-pen your life to glee,
L-eaving the sadness behind;
A-llow your soul to feel the joy inside your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem