Dry leaves scrape the ashen ground,
Like brittle bones that make no sound.
They chase the dusk where light has flown,
And crown me king of the alone.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
12.02.2026
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:27 PM UTC
Dry leaves scrape the ashen ground,
Like brittle bones that make no sound.
They chase the dusk where light has flown,
And crown me king of the alone.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
12.02.2026
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