It was a beautiful year, my dear

2025.

You taught me a lot

without comfort

to work hard

and be patient

to receive

some award.

You left some happy moments

scattered

here and there

as not to spoil

too much of my heart

but I cherished

every part.

But time flew by

very fast

it sometimes felt

like a blast

and now we’re here 2025

to say goodbye

thus to hold dear

the following year, 2026.

First published ©2024, Vasiliki Papadopoulou, only updated the date-year.

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