The clock ticks soft in the libraryās 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, āJust one more testāthen weāre clear!ā Professors pile on paper and plea, While students whisper, āSet us free.ā But in this storm of stress and grind, A fire Ver mais