A rolling stone passing through
the rapid flow of a river
is as much to be feared
as standing on the riverbank,
asking a stranger,
Who am I?
This being a fear many of us
will come to face.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:01 AM UTC
A rolling stone passing through
the rapid flow of a river
is as much to be feared
as standing on the riverbank,
asking a stranger,
Who am I?
This being a fear many of us
will come to face.
This poem is themed on a subject we all fear.
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