Life

. . . is a book

Written day and night

With a pen that throbs light

And an ink mirrored by eyes.

In joys and cries,

Write

And make it right.

Every chapter must be scribed

Legibly with might.

Though time is the antagonist not in sight

So blunt and cruel, sigh

Burning all the pages, sigh.

Avid Reader with no face, smile

Is above the sky–

Hi!

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