T-wenty-fourth February morn
E-liminates the Thursday;
S-un early Friday comes,
S-hining to brighten the gray.
E-vening chill has vanished,
S-hadows pass from view;
P-ouring rain has been
O-bliterated by the red hue.
S-tart thinking of the future, dream about the twinkling star;
O-pen your mind to zenith, success is not too far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem