C-oal clouds early Saturday
A-re nowhere in view;
T-wenty-eighth January morn
H-as not hidden from
Y-ou.
C-old chill Friday night
E-vades the break of dawn;
N-ew day meets the light,
T-wilight is already gone.
E-yes of you are glowing,
N-o haze at first glance;
O-utstretched arms of you just fathom the distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem