J-ust let the early Friday
O-pen the gentle wind;
G-ray haze of the night
I-s beginning to
E-nd.
S-unrise March twenty-fourth
U-ses the new horizon;
G-ood weather fills the day,
U-nder the breaking dawn.
I-ntention of the light
T-o bathe your life is nice;
A-iming to warm your heart,
N-ever to blind your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem