I-t a wonderful early Thursday
A-fter the lonely twilight;
N-ight shadows are gone, sun sets your birthday aright.
M-orn fifteenth December
A-ims to warm the day;
S-oft wind has just brought
C-omfort to the gray.
A-ll clouds become white,
R-ising beacon doesn't delay;
I-n spite of the dark,
N-ew light isn't far
A-way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem