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)