Riddle me this.
I'm of a desert
both pale and vast,
just part of a legion
that if taken won't last.
I'm a fine dancer
that sways in the breeze,
moving like petals
we speckle the trees.
I'm an intricate symbol
matchless even among kin,
at my sight even some grown
give a childish grin.
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The Riddler's Book
RandomRiddle to your hearts content with a poem or two chucked in for the hell of it, but mainly riddles.
