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Who was it that passed me on the street today?
I was preoccupied and did not notice.
They were a blur and a shadow disappearing.
I turned but could not recognize a familiar walk.
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So beautifully depicted...growing old is part of life but it takes some effort to come to terms with it. Memories float around us n things we have forgotten might come out of subconscious mind to strike us with force. A huge 10.
You get it completely. Even I am amazed by my thoughts and dreams. I think this is because I am not only old but ill. I think I have come to terms with it pretty well. Writing has been a huge support for me. As always Nosheen, thank you for the comment.
Now, this is a very beautiful poetry....how aging fades the memories of a person...simple yet profound!
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8/2/2025 11:51:59 PM # 1.0.0
Nostalgic hues in the painting of life's pace!