C-old chill has vanished,
L-ong night fades into the gray;
A-llow Friday the 13th to turn
I-nto a lucky Saturday.
R-ain fourteenth January is nowhere in sight;
E-vening shadows disappear, so does the twilight.
G-ray haze, fog, and mist
A-re passing from eyes;
T-he dark sky becomes blue,
O-n the morn the day is
N-ice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem