Do you know?

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Do you know?

One day, every moment becomes a memory.
This is nothing but your unstolen treasury.
You will fade, but your story lives eternal;
Breath and beats are preserved in your journal.
String is your book, and pages are it's beads.
You are relived once again in the one who reads.
Some weep, some argue, some laugh
Emotions are uncertain in this graph.
Still, when eyes close and recall,
That old software called my life gets reinstalled.
Walk turned to run and finally jumped to last
Toddler to teen, then adult, and old age came fast.
The raindrop added to river flowed and ends in the ocean.
If you ever read my journey, you drank my life's potion.

-Prachi

-Prachi

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