Remedy; rare roses riddle rest.
Leave. This mind lacks affinity for all
Else. Speak in time with the waning moon alone in his speckless loneliness, then dash his
Hopes. A small smooth stone leaves waves in its wake; an avalanche from a speck of
Cold. Yet hot, this mind knows not
Affection. Look long in hope to find, dig deep in angst to seek
Remedy; rare roses riddle rest.
