here are two short. – and I hope not to difficult, – new riddles, prepared by His Majesty :-):
White in the beginning, then I become black. All that is because of my ardour that burns in my chest cruelly. I’m searched, I’m fled according to somebody’s wish. I possess nothing but infertile soil, but if people stayed without my helpful service, they would cry in their sad houses.
All the time I’m in danger and any thought insults me. Against any law of Nature, that you have hardly ever understood, I’m condemned to a torture being hung.
REPLY to the riddle posted on March 11, 2018: TIME.
🙂 🙂 🙂