May 09, 2005 12:50
Riddle Poem
I wash away the grim and bring a spark.
When the shadows darken my world, I say, “Comfort me.”
When the bright lights glow, I say, “Laugh with me.”
I am sparkling crystal blue,
tasting of the shining seas.
Go on and guess. :-)
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