H-aze, mist and fog
A-re nowhere in sight;
Z-enith meets the beacon,
E-xposing the golden
L-ight.
M-orning has just broken
I-n early rise of the sun;
R-ed rays above the clouds
A-re causing so much fun.
N-ovember twenty-sixth
D-enies the lonely twilight;
A-llowing the crimson to set your feelings aright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem