Spider’s Web

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I’m the spider,

Weaving her web

Of dreams

Of love, and bonds,

Nurturing them

With blood and sweat,

She keeps her threads

To close, well-knit circles

Moving slowly, diligently,

Holding them to her heart.

As she enters

The purple zone

The strands go loose

Moving away,

Each taking its own path

Leaving distances

Unfathomable and mysterious.

Love’s Labour lost!

 

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Posted in Causes, Poem by Narinder Jit at May 19th, 2017.
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