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The Riddle of Muurn (poem)

Posted on April 9, 2012 at 11:30 PM

The breeze that warms the meadow is the wind that frosts the peaks;

The light that yields the garden is the heat that chars the trees;

The stream that feeds the prairie is the wave that rears the seas;

The pup that guards the shepherd is the wolf that wears the fleece.

 

The maid that loves the roses is the Queen that wields the thorn;

The babe that morns the sunset is the King that fights the dawn.

 

Categories: WRITING, Poetry

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