L-et Sunday evening pass,
U-nderneath the black sky;
I-t will take a needed rest,
J-ust to make teardrops dry.
I-t's a beautiful dawn, breaking to warm your heart;
E-arly light shines above, as the dark shadows depart.
M-isty Monday morning
I-s turning lovely and bright;
L-et twelfth day December
A-im to replace the
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem