L-et Sunday eleventh December
A-im to meet the sunrise;
L-ights above the blue lane
A-re reflecting in your eyes.
V-iew in the wide skyline
I-s beautiful and bright;
L-et the red beacon shine,
L-eaving the lonely twilight.
A-n early morning ray
M-akes the darkness vanish;
A-nother day has broken,
R-ain and chill diminish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem