burble of the running stream,
rustle of the rushing breeze,
birds clinging to their asylum,
and here i am about to freeze:
trying not to be sun of oblivion assaying myself in some frame
death could be my reincarnation, agonising, my ardous path to fame:
IBNI RASHID
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:18 AM UTC
burble of the running stream,
rustle of the rushing breeze,
birds clinging to their asylum,
and here i am about to freeze:
trying not to be sun of oblivion assaying myself in some frame
death could be my reincarnation, agonising, my ardous path to fame:
IBNI RASHID
oblivios sun
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