R-aindrops have turned
I-nto a beautiful Tuesday;
A-fter the cold dark night, no more black, blue, and gray.
E-arly twenty-eighth February,
S-un has begun to rise;
P-ure delight has replaced
L-onely tears in your eyes.
A-im for mirth and comfort,
N-either stress nor harm;
A-llow the beacon to bathe the strawberry farm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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