L-et misty Tuesday pass,
H-aze and fog fade away;
Y-our heart is bathed with sunlight,
N-ight turns into a lovely Wednesday.
M-ay your mind think
O-f the beautiful dawn;
N-either dusk nor twilight,
T-read on the fresh horizon.
E-ighth February morn makes you smile at my verse;
Z-enith awaits the beacon, as you are warmed by the flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem