Life- story

A life,

A story,

You write some ,

Erase some.

You wish to draw some,

But gusts of stormy tempest,

It blows the grains away.

You look on.

And you still draw,

Small lines,

Broken lines,

Anonymous,

Indistinct.

Someday,

Those lines would merge,

An amalgam of all the broken ones,

And a masterpiece borne.

For each dot carries a story,

Imbibing hues and shades manifold,

A microcosm of life,

Plethora of thoughts,

And secrets untold.

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