Competition of Letters
smiled softly, a dot beneath its curve: “Without me, no house is built, no door opens. I am the embrace of language.” msabqat alhrwf
arched its neck like a proud horse, carrying the sounds of valleys and secrets: “I am the wind in the palm groves, the call of the traveler at dawn.” Competition of Letters smiled softly, a dot beneath
Then and Dad came, heavy with depth, letters only the throat dares to hold: “We are the oases, the dark dates, the summer’s weight on the tongue.” Competition of Letters smiled softly
In the silent courtyard of ink and paper, the letters gathered one moonlit night. stood tall, straight as a lance, proud and solitary, whispering: “I am the beginning, the first breath of all names.”