K-iss the night goodbye,
E-nding the blue and gray;
N-ew dawn has broken,
N-ovember thirtieth day.
I-n the wide lane above, hangs a burning beacon;
A-iming to bathe your heart with warm ray in crimson.
E-arly light in the morning
M-akes your life feel fine;
A-llowing your mind to think
N-othing but of sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem