S-un has much to offer,
O-pening the March second.
J-ust let the beacon rise
A-bove the new horizon.
P-ouring rain has been
O-bliterated by the flame;
R-ugged wind disappears,
T-he chill has done the same.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
L-et Thursday warm the weather;
A-llow your heart to wait,
S-un has much to
O-ffer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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