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All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
Many have heard it, but nobody has ever seen it. It will not speak until spoken to. What is it?
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What is always coming but never arrives?