M-arch seventh early Tuesday
A-ims to reach the night;
D-awn turns into dusk,
Z-enith sees the twilight.
S-hadows start to fall,
O-pening the cold eventide;
L-et the moon kiss the stars,
A-s the cool wind doesn't hide.
N-o more haze and smoke in the orchidarium park;
O-nce you brightly behold the light in the dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem