The New Year slipped in,
I was reading and didn't feel.
My Love was asleep upstairs
and the house was still.
No horns nor confetti nor drink,
no crowds nor songs nor frivolity.
Finished the chapter and to bed,
celebrating as I live, quietly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent eight-liner describing the silent celebration of 2014