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the last stop

in the greed
of becoming young,
my childhood
got captured
in this mirror,
when the evening
of my life arrived,
the deficiency
of vitamins increased,
when there was
no one
to smell my fragrance
and
no one
to listen to my loneliness,
then this childhood
stood by me
it came into my silent life,
by becoming the shape of words...

Written by dimpy

(dimpsmoon)

Published 16th Sep 2024

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- Edited 19th Dec 2024 5:45pm

16th Sep 2024 6:33pm

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dimpy (dimpsmoon)

16th Sep 2024 6:41pm

hello Tim
i don't know whether life will take me to the last stop or not....but I am sure that life is beautiful n wanna reach till the end...

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Anonymous

- Edited 19th Dec 2024 5:45pm

16th Sep 2024 6:43pm

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Re. the last stop

Styxian

17th Sep 2024 2:27am

Very good, Dimpy. This is impressive! I really like the newfound sense of introspection that you've been doing. Your writing has taken on a level of maturity that suits you so well.
Bravo.