Have A Crack At This Riddle Poem Poem by Brian Mayo
Have A Crack At This Riddle Poem
It isn't paint; it isn't varnish
But it'll stain and it'll tarnish
This is where shade got the name
Sunshine here would burn like flame
It separates the day from night
The space between the wrong and right
Some say it isn't; some say it ain't
It's the mire dividing sinner and saint.
What is it?
Wise words. It separates the day from night, The space between the wrong and right. If everyone ponder on these lines, I am sure world will be a better place to live.10******
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/28/2024 4:55:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
How can i solve this riddle, when my brain's missing its middle? bri ;)