In twilight's glow, I spin my thread,
From fragile strands, a web is spread.
Each careful line, both strong and fine,
A craft by nature, a skill that's mine.
I weave my heart in quiet grace,
A perfect home, a gentle brace.
For just one, my vision grand,
A silk-wrought raiment, made by hand.
Soon I cease the endless thread,
A wonderful garb crests my head.
This is my art, my life, my will,
A web of beauty, built to still.
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09 Sep 2024 02:54 CEST
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