Soft And Fragile Is My Skin
Soft and fragile is my skin
I get my growth in mud
I’m dangerous as much as pretty
For if not careful, I draw blood.
A thorn.
A Metal Roof and a Glass Wall
I have a metal roof and a glass wall,
I burn and burn but never fall.
What am I?
A lantern.
Made of Five Letters and Seven Letters
I’m made out of five letters,
And I’m made out of seven letters;
I have keys but I don’t have locks,
I’m concerned with time, but not with clocks.
What am I?
A piano. The word piano has five letters, and the scale on the piano is A through G, seven letters. The piano keys don’t have locks and playing piano requires you to keep time (but with a metronome, not a clock).
Moved Like the Tide
Dear Brother,
In the past, men believed
that it moved like the tide.
Till its movement desists,
we will always be this.
Blood.
By Sef Daystrom