Thursday, 23 August 2007

Riddle...What am I ?


Moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

I can soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Life would be an error without me.

And I separate the generations.

I express the inexpressible.

The art most nigh to tears and memory.

On which silence is impossible.

I am the shorthand of emotion.

I should strike fire from the heart of man and a woman I should bring to tears.

Only I can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.

The speech of angels.
[answers to this and the riddles above at the foot of the page]

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