Stories are written by time
Words adjust, and they filter some moments
They remain unsaid
All by choices words chose to pick
Time writes raw
Time writes evens and odds
Nothing is left unwritten
Even on wall where the writings are place
Their stories are jotted by time
Time writes raw
Sadness and enchantments
Nothing is swept under carpets
For the carpet itself has its drama
Where it protagonists in thrill
Time writes raw
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