Tuesday, April 02, 2013


Red rose, white rose, yellow rose too
What is the riddle that you answer true?
Blue sky blows with the wind so cold
Briar-rose thorns are too sharp to hold.

Down by the river where the water's sweet
Whose is the shadow that fell at my feet?
Gone over mountain, gone over hill
Gone is my love, but come back he will.

Salt sea air and summer-heated sand
Where is the driftwood that I held in my hand?
Smoke signals rise like clouds in my head
Black water boils from the ocean's bed.

Riddle me riddles, draw me a maze
When will I come to the end of my days?
Answer me false and I'll know that you lied
Answer me true, you can be my guide.

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