here is a new riddle prepared for you by His Majesty :-). I will give you a little hint this time: it regards flower life & human emotions! Good luck!
We scent the air when Aurora appears and paints the Heaven with her vivid colours and resurrects the great nation of flowers in which Flora’s force is destroyed by Death. Our tint is burning as the one of a Moor who suffered rays of the burning sun, and we appear from fire, when ardour consumes us, while excess everywhere nurtures our misfortunes. The world is so cruel that it seeks for some delight and in an unjust severeness it gets our support through the wish to enjoy by sacrificing us. And how this enemy let us live yet? Death who ties us to herself can have the virtue to purify it (the world).
Who are We?
REPLY to the riddle posted on April 11, 2018: FIRE-PLACE & RAISINS.
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