Saturday, March 15, 2014

     There is a spider inside my head
             Who weaves a strange and woundrous web
         Of silken threads and silver strings
                To catch all sorts of flying things
Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles
    And specks of dried up tears
                              And dust of dreams that catch and cling
    For years and years and years.....

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