G-ray haze early Friday
I-s nowhere in view;
N-ight chill and raindrops
A-re fading into the blue.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
A-bove the mountain high;
L-et sixth January morn
M-ake light beneath the sky.
A-llow the Thursday dark
T-o pass and fade away;
E-vening shadows disappear,
O-nce the sun meets the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem