S-unday fifth of March
A-ims to gladden the blue;
R-ed beacon's shining rays
A-re bringing crimson
H-ue.
S-aturday night cold raindrops
A-re stopped by the dawn;
M-ist, haze, and fog fade,
O-ne morn meets the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem