The Final story
is over now
Other story
is still
under writing
Every Human Life
is a book
Some known
by many
Some go by
unnoticed
Still everyone
writes
story after story
to leave
The Book
Library of Books
Read
Left unread
Left Half Written
Left Blank
Builds up
day by day
Then the time
sweeps the library
clean
To be filled
by the books
with same stories
and new cover
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