K-iss the night goodbye,
A-s the dark says adieu;
Y-our birthday has come,
L-et the sun rise
A-new.
M-orn tenth of March
A-ims to warm the Friday;
C-oal clouds become white,
A-fter the rain fades away.
P-ure delight and mirth
A-re setting things aright;
G-o to the beach and think
A-bout the warmth of
L-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem