I am large and wide, dark and vast, warm and cold,
Many things within me do I hide and hold.
My voice is terrible, loud with might;
Upon me twinkles and shines the light.
I move unceasingly night and day,
While carrying many things near and far away.
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Riddles in the Dark - A Book of Riddles
PoetrySpeak Friend and Enter into my Book of Riddles; where I post my written riddles for the amusement of my readers.