Last Day - by Selena Lucero Heredia Yaros

I close my eyes before the new day.

The now remains intact,

as the city lights go out.

It's night, a Friday with the smell of coffee.

Music envelops my soul,

I run and cross the parks of my childhood.

The voices slowly return:

the truth has become a mystery.

I have only a book in my hands,

and I am far from everything,

as if it were the last day.

Far from silence,

from simple pleasures.

The joy has vanished.

The smile has been erased.

Today I have two pieces of writing and a pen.

Nostalgia embraces

every overflowing emotion.

I go out into the street with new company:

the moon guides me

through distant and secret passages.

I look around,

avert my gaze,

and return home.

 The dusk of a lost soul

is, perhaps,

the end.

It's midnight.

I am the verse of the poem that writes

the return,

the withered return

of the dried flowers that remained.

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About the Author

Selena Heredia is a young Peruvian writer and activist passionate about poetry, education, and art with purpose. Her writing springs from her innermost being, connecting deep emotions with elements of nature, time, and introspection. She actively participates in social and educational projects that promote positive change through the voice of young people. She firmly believes in the power of words as a way to heal, inspire, and transform.

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Cover page by Jiaying Chen