M-orning tenth February
I-s beautiful and fresh;
A-nother dawn has broken, dusk and twilight vanish.
N-ew light early Friday
A-ims to warm your heart;
V-ile weather disappears,
A-s the raindrops depart.
R-ising sun has come out,
R-eplacing the night of sorrow;
O-pen your life to beacon, as you stand in the shadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem