M-ake Friday morning
A-ble to kiss the soft wind;
R-aindrops have disappeared,
I-nclement clime and chill
E-nd.
R-ising sun sixth January
E-rases the Thursday harm;
Y-our life is truly kept
E-ver safe from the
S-torm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem