Riddling Trust (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

What am I? I am difficult to build; Yet easily killed, Hard to establish- But can quickly vanish, Patience, is my root And impatience, a poisoned fruit. What am I? Can rise higher than skyscrapers; With fragility that can return me to dust. I don’t suppose this riddle has a better answer Than the wordContinue reading “Riddling Trust (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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