T-wilight is already gone,
R-ise of the sun begins;
I-t's a beautiful day,
C-old raindrop ends.
I-nclement clime turns fine, night chill passes by;
A-pril twenty-fourth Monday, shadows say goodbye.
R-ugged wind turns calm,
A-s the coal clouds turn white;
M-orn is about to break,
O-ne dawn is in
S-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem