The clock ticks soft in the libraryâs hush, Pages flutter in a caffeinated rush. Outside, the blossoms nod in bloom, Inside, the finals bring quiet doom. Eyes glazed from one too many nights, Wrestling theories, wrongs, and rights. A crumpled hoodie, ink-stained hands, Dreams of sleep and summer plans. Group chats buzz with nervous cheer, âJust one more testâthen weâre clear!â Professors pile on paper and plea, While students whisper, âSet us free.â But in this storm of stress and grind, A fire Voir plus