Only the strongest could crack it, but even the weakest of minds could succeed too.
One turn was all it took- to open a door that should be locked; to hold a secret.
Cold and hard, paired with that of only one to match. This could be copied, for good or evil.
Always there when you wish they weren't, even the paperclip never works no more.
All are fallen by it, only the strongest force through.
The weakest of strength are the strongest in mind, could break through after some tweaking.
Secrets are hidden behind it, the things you aren't supposed to see.
WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?
Où l'art de prendre ses responsabilités et d'en assumer les conséquences. Belle photo, beau texte, comme toujours Antonio
Oh no, Antonio.. a riddle.. I'm no good with riddles, even if the words are really intruiging. I can never guess. So I'll focus on your picture. It's gorgeous. I know what they are looking at... A beautiful sky!!!