F-ourth of March Saturday
L-ets the light see the day;
O-pening the morn with warmth,
R-ain and chill fade
A-way.
N-ight shadow and haze
A-re both nowhere in view;
C-old evening wind
I-s fading into the blue.
O-nce the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
A-iming to thrill your heart,
L-ull has no chance to take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem