A type of riddle I created one day during class. Can you guess the answer?
I.
A
flame upon a wayward crest
of healing waters made alive
brings afar a lantern blessed
by time eternal, purified.
II.
Hope’s beacon, in airy channels,
has taken many paths before.
legends weigh no more than feathers,
heavier burdens have they borne.
III.
The voice of one in the desert
The voice of one in the desert
cries melancholy pells anew –
chasing days’ resting place, inert,
recalls its fuel: powdered dew.
IV.
Dust to dust delivers morning
Seeds, bursts lively inspirations
in revisited ends, warming
these buried, prodigal passions.
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