The year will end 

The year will end

We are on the verge of the end!

In an atypical time

Cruel and bad.

It is time to party

Who can celebrate

Close your eyes and at a glance

A cure wants.

Reflexion moment

of freedom and detachment

Refuge in silence

Peace and quiet.

On a continuous timeline

There is no break

This is an idea of the mind

Place where reality lasts.

in worldly poetry, Mem-Martins (my secretary), Saturday, December 26, 2020, 7:40 am

Nonô (M.ª Leonor Costa)