Tag: riddles
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Speaking in Riddles
The truth lies dormant underneath concrete and hidden dreams We talk in riddles Answer in rhymes Smile contorted into broken phrases That leave little to the imagination But everything undone Love always, Ayesha
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Late
The evening Says, Goodnight It welcomes me With a cool breeze Where shadows Bounce off the bank Of easy going trees It speaks in riddles But is majestic Like noonday Some people love the night Nocturnal souls come out to play The owl hoots The bat screeches The tired snore When all is done The…
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