Hello Riddlers! It's that time again. Can you guess our theme this week? If you enjoy
Monday's Riddle, you're experiencing this with cadence. ; ) ~ F
I'm inner imagery; the sense of a scene. I'll make you smell color or carelessly careen. Peddling words when they're tossed and seasoned, I'll deliver to you both rhyme and reason. Some think I'm cheap, too wrapped up in emotion. Some find me scholarly, others seek potion. I can be anything to those who dare leap, it's the blank of my pages that shapes wolves into sheep. What can I be? I'm a genre in history, keeping forever the stroke of life's mystery. Those who write me may become famous, though most end up broke and nameless. But, it matters not the title or author, time sticks to the story like stones in a coffer.
What am I?
I gave you a clue!
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The answer to this riddle is a clue. ;)
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