W-ith the sun starting to rise,
E-vening is already gone;
N-ow that the night is over,
A-ll you see is the dawn.
V-iew in the sky above
E-liminates the shadow;
R-ay from the burning beacon
I-s erasing the sorrow.
D-ay thirteenth of May
I-s bringing a fine weather;
A-llow your eyes to open,
N-ow that the night is
O-ver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As I read your poem, the weather is really fine, Bernard....10+++