L-ight Tuesday morning
I-s leaving the cold night;
S-eventeenth day January
S-ets everything
A-right.
H-ere comes the beacon,
O-pening your birth with glee;
R-ising above the horizon,
A-s the dawn shares the glory.
D-ark shadows are gone, coal clouds become white;
A-s the chill disappears, warmth wipes the frostbite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem