M-ark my whispered word
A-bout the dawn that will break;
E-xpect the light will shine to take away your ache.
C-louds above won't gather,
A-s the rain will not drop;
M-ay fourteenth early morn,
E-very promise won't flop.
R-ise of the sun will start, as it is designed by the Lord;
O-pen your mind to reality, mark my whispered word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poem, the message and the style. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, Zwelethu for liking this acrostic style🙏🙏🙏