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Amidst the ruins,
Of a forgotten time,
An ancient story,
Echoes through the shrine.
Whispers of heroes,
And battles long past,
Tales of glory,
That forever will last.
The wind carries on,
The voice of the past,
As the story lives on,
And forever will last.
About the Creator
Aamir
I found myself at a place where things means different for me and my life goes with the flow.
Incomplete Interpretation
The commander of the countryโs army was, as usual, patrolling the city with his soldiers. While passing through the streets, he reached a marketplace where his attention was drawn to a beggar standing at a corner. The beggar was staring directly at him, and there was a strange glow in his eyes. After a moment, the beggar stepped closer.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Fiction
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