This is another of my poems that I made up in a couple of minutes. Live it, love it, loath it, trash it.
What am I?
Nothing but a veiled shell.
But what do I hold?
What secrets do I conceal?
Beneath my hard, encrusted casing,
Thrives knowledge without limits.
What is within me?
Nothing but a clouded mass.
But what do I shade?
What do I blind?
Through the screening mist,
Contains a heart of pure gold.
What is at the heart of me?
Nothing but pure joy.
But what is this delight?
Why do they enjoy it so?
Through this pleasure and enchantment,
I see the true meaning to my life.
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The last thing I'd like to mention is that this is a riddle as well as a description.
