Light
February 18, 2020
Light warms you in winter,
And in summer it makes you say no more.
It snares you by its polish.
Scarcely sometimes welcoming,
But mostly sham and dull.
I asked it, "What so special?
Give an answer to me in the riddle".
It said, "My dizzying light!
Whenever it falls on someone,
He would go mad".
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