Before the New Year
19. 12. 2025
Where is the sun
that was shining yesterday?
Covered with dark and heavy clouds,
and weeping with cold tears
are the skies.
Where are the flowers
of bright, cheerful colors,
and dancing butterflies?
The wind that blew briskly
swept fallen leaves
and faded.
My last steps on this year´s way
are slowing down
as we are coming to the gate
that looks firmly closed.
Yet, see, the gate is opening
and, like through the looking glass,
the first ray of sunshine
has tickled tired, fatigued
and lonely hearts.
And we feel it carries
good promises and hope.
May it come true.
The gate will soon open wide
and we´ll get through.
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