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ארכיון
החידות - עדכון ראשון מאת: אבי סבג You will find him in the mountains
And you'll find him in the
creek He has no mouth - Yet he speaks in every
tongue He has no ears - And yet will answer every
cry Always having the final
word He dresses in the heat Undresses in the cold His arms reaching for the
sky Ever tall and prude he
stands Like a sentinel in his
post Some times it's invoked by
knowledge Some times it's created by
ignorance At times it clouds your
thoughts At times it sharpens your
mind Once freezing bones and
muscles Once hasting your pass The children use it in
their game Most adults lose it along the years And the mad men are its prisoner To each his Own to be
faced alone To its whim he mightiest
of men are a pawn It's ways and purposes are
a mystifying riddle We are all but puppets
dancing to its fiddle No escaping or controlling
it And yet every child can change it
Be it the beauty of a
woman Or the wise words of a
sage Names of friends or a long
lost place In time all will know her
fatal embrace Touched by her they will
sink in her depths Until dragged out by the
hand of chance. He murmurs with no mouth He carries with no hands Ever running never tires Fear his anger but love
him dearly For he brings life
throughout his path
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