R-ed beacon early Friday
E-liminates the night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-iming to share the light.
A-fter the twilight is gone,
L-et the morn slowly break;
C-lear sky and white cloud
A-re mending the headache.
N-ice day twenty-fourth February
T-hrills your mind and heart;
A-nother warmth is felt,
R-aindrops keep
A-part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem