The Monday sun,
Kissed the grass.
The Tuesday hail,
Fell quite fast.
The Wednesday moon,
Shined so bright.
The Thursday mist,
Blocked my sight.
The Friday rain,
Splashed the ground.
The Saturday air,
Made no sound.
The Sunday breeze,
Whipped the air.
What a wonderful week,
Stored in my memory somewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem