Nov 15. 2025
I sound like what holds your horses, keeping them stable, I sound like a king's tenure laid out on the table. But I'm neither of them, not in form, not in shape, When I rise, I'm invisible; when I fall, I obfuscate.
Nov 15. 2025
I sound like what holds your horses, keeping them stable, I sound like a king's tenure laid out on the table. But I'm neither of them, not in form, not in shape, When I rise, I'm invisible; when I fall, I obfuscate.