NaPM April 11 2013

[neena2504]

Disclaimer: I have a long-standing and rather unreasonable hatred of riddles... so forgive me if mine is easy.

First I’m avocado hard
heavy and firm in your hands.
I become translucent white,
shortly I’m brittle and bland.
Crimson explodes with crystals
soft but hard and white and sweet;
inside I harbor younglings
my dark progeny to be.
I arrive during long days
I depart inside your ways.

This was a pretty good riddle. I enjoyed and couldn't solve it

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One more...

Pretty boxes with no lids,
delicate treasures inside.
The treasures ever multiply
can you get it right?
No one place they stay,
in the surge they sway.
Some lie in our closets,
secured in a pouch.
Some head to the tunnel,
which starts with the pout.