A-s you wake from slumber,
N-ight chill fades away;
N-ew light starts to shine,
A-fter the break of day.
B-eacon twenty-fifth January
E-arly begins to ascend;
L-et the tears disappear,
L-et the raindrops
E-nd.
O-ne Wednesday morning,
R-egard and wish are known;
T-ime to pose for a while
I-n the stuffed toys
Z-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem