C-oal clouds in the sky
H-ave all become white;
E-arly morn has broken, leaving the dark of night.
E-vening shadows disappear,
C-old chill fades away;
L-et the warmth of sunlight
A-im to bathe the day.
R-ugged wind of the storm
I-sn't found neath the heaven;
N-ew dawn denies the dusk,
O-n Friday April seven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
R-ugged wind of the storm I-sn't found neath the heaven; N-ew dawn denies the dusk, O-n Friday April seven. Excellently executed, dear Bernard....10+++++