M-arch seventh early Tuesday
H-as come to share the light;
Y-our heart is truly warmed,
R-ising sun sets things
A-right.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
R-aindrops don't fall;
A-llow the sky to bring
C-omfort to your soul.
I-t's a beautiful morn,
L-onely night is over;
L-ong cold chill is gone,
A-s the beacon burns brighter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem