Riddle me this
Salaam my friend, and hear my soft song,
calling the tired and lulling the strong.
Lullabies fit from peasant to crown,
heard even by beasts and plants in the ground.
I rob cuts of their sting,
soothe cares the world bring
treat every hurt and bruise,
yet am a panacea few would choose.
Now scissors cut a thread in two
making way for youth anew.
A finger's touch, the world withdrew,
a gentle dance, just me and you.
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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.
