D-awn begins to break,
E-vening shadows end;
L-ight carried by the beacon
I-s starting to
A-scend.
E-arly seventh January
C-reates a lovely Saturday;
L-et the chill on Friday fade,
A-llow the rain to go away.
R-ising sun in the morning
I-s truly good enough;
N-o more mist, fog, and haze,
A-s you smile and
L-augh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem