From Yester to Froster Years

From Yester to Froster Years

( This poem is inspired by the experience of using AI apps that show younger and older version of ourselves)

The younger me and the older me —

Charm of innocence and talks of wisdom.

Mixed emotions of happiness and wiser me.

Exactly what is true: that which is seen, or that which is heard?

Poles apart, but it's an unrealistic version of the present.

For a few moments, both past and future together —

Isolating the present and sending it into doldrums.

What do I love the most — is it the past or the future?

Cuteness versus greyness — both are dear to me.

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Happy said…

Love thy self

28 October 2025 at 16:13

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