Post 81: The Writer and the Web (not the worldwide kind)
Yeah, more poetry...strange...must be someone influencing me.....here it goes..
The day he flew
My life changed forever
And I found her
Though she did not fall deeply
Released from the web
to which I had clung
Already woven, enthralled, trapped?
For 3 years...
How many spider years is one human year?
Now 3 years later, I've unraveled its throes
The spider moved on
The writer has too - forward into her fourth four-blanket winter woes
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