L-ight twenty-fourth February
I-s shining above the horizon;
Z-enith awaits the noontime,
A-iming to meet the beacon.
B-eautiful Friday has come,
E-liminating the night;
R-ising early morning sun
I-s setting things aright.
O-n the day of her birth,
S-ky sees her without a blink;
O-ne woman wears an attire, she's wonderful in pink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem