viernes, 1 de diciembre de 2023

#19. DECEMBER

Chris Candidovsky

 


December is here and the light of the year fades away,

Like a putrid fruit, the year slips away and does not return,

January's uncertainty sways in the air,

Like a cruel specter hidden in the darkness, harbinger of the next calendar.


(*) Fade away: Desvanecerse.

(*) Putrid: Pútrido, putrefacto.

(*) Sway: Mecerse.

(*) Specter: Espectro, fantasma.

(*) Harbinger: Presagio.

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