THE BOOK OF LIFE
There is a book no
hand can hold,
yet every soul has read it whole.
Its pages turn in
silence deep,
where broken dreams and memories sleep.
Each step we take, a
line is drawn,
each dusk, a verse, each dawn, a song.
We try to tear the
darker page,
but ink remains through every age.
For life is not what
we command,
but what we learn to understand.
And in the end, we
come to see—
we are the book, eternally.
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