#regalpoem
On the ridge where borders kiss,
a lion learned the wolf’s quick heart,
a wolf learned the lion’s long breath.
They tied a city to their quarrel,
stitched an altar through a throne,
and walked the same ascent until
the feud forgot its name.
Brother, said the friend,
and the stones remembered.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC