Concealed by gold.
The eyes of God.
The truth for aught is visible naught.
The wisest shall reap
What through weaker minds seep.
In golden glory
Shall rise its story.
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Interesting story behind this:
My friend told me that if I gave him a riddle on potatoes (We had a thing going on about potatoes at the time), he would answer it for sure. Strangely, he failed. What does that say about my riddle - making?
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My collection of poems and riddles
PoetryThings you should know about my poetry: It is written on the spur of the moment. I write poems when I am emotionally driven. Thus, these poems are full of energy, but not necessarily with any meaning or direction. They are not grammatically correct...
