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A riddle by the sun
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Knocked before shot.
The silent must go
If a clue’s to be got.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Strong is my spine, so hold me
That I may relate all that’s told me
Through leaves often red,
And though I be dead
I’m yours till you’ve given or sold me.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
My seed is desire and poison, my fruit,
And when my desire begins to take root,
It grows like a fire that makes it’s way higher
To burn all in sight of the eye of desire.
This will be my last Thursday Riddle, at least for some time. Thank you for playing.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
A chest without a heart can’t love;
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Survives to be heard even as executed
To echo the voice of a soul that is muted.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Old Ebenezer can be quite distressing:
You take off his cloak, his coat and his shirts
And offer a tear to find it depressing
That Eb is more hidden with every undressing.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
I hope you don’t mark me forgetful a man
For all of this tardiness is in my plan.
Four score and two thousand eight hundred is what
You must now resolve if you can.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Upon which a runner may rest
To honor so many a guest.
Khalid Mukhtar · ·
Stands in silence, shoots and leaves.