Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Riddle Poem

Voiceless I lay in places
I make no sound at all
When I'm disturbed I shiver
And can crinkle, fold, and quiver
When undisturbed I'm glassy
Clear and throwing images back
I'm truthful like a mirror
But sometimes I'm cloudy
And reflect nothing at all
The sky cries and I appear

What am I?





"Drop Of Water."  31st October 2004.  Photograph.  Blog Of Leonid Mamchenkov.  06 March 2009.  http://mamchenkov.net/wordpress/2004/10/31/picture-of-the-day/

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