S-aturday fourth of March
H-as come to meet the dawn;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
E-vening chill is gone.
O-nce the storm has stopped,
R-aindrops cease to fall;
F-ix your broken heart,
R-emain standing tall.
E-very drop of tears
C-onnects to your mind;
I-t's time to move on,
O-nly leave the pain behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem