J-ust let Saturday sky
E-rase the coal black view;
N-ice beacon bathes your mind,
Y-our heart and soul
T-oo.
M-orn March twenty-fifth
A-ims to meet the dawn;
T-wilight and dusk disappear,
E-arly light is shining
O-n.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem