The spider crawls
humming her song
and knits her web
of thoughtful words
the spider goes,
knits and then stays
doesnt move a little
as if it wasnt there
and she goes on and sets a bait...
a slow move now, just to excite
with a smile here,
a whisper there,
attracting smell
Yum, at day's end
Yum, there comes the fly!
Short thought
-
This vase and I have so much in common.
We felt empty, stained, colorless and
perhaps even rotten somehow.
That was indeed the worst December
of my life;...
Hace 8 años.
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