M-orning sun Monday
A-ims to slowly ascend;
R-ain twenty-seventh February
I-s beginning to
E-nd.
B-eautiful beacon brings
A-nother warmth to the day;
L-et Sunday shadow pass,
L-et the fog fade away.
E-arly light has come,
S-hining above the horizon;
T-o bathe the new dawn,
E-vading the oblivion.
R-emembering your birth causes a thousand thrill;
O-bliterate the pressure, never mind the chill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem