A Poem
I understood something last night, and I wrote a poem. Yes, I see myself here. Maybe not forever, though. From understanding comes change.
She's there.
Like a spider,
hands touching the webs,
alert to any disturbance,
to any renewed presence.
Every time
Every time
You open your electric door
to greet your friends,
She's there.
She's there.
Like a spider,
hands touching the webs,
alert to any disturbance,
to any renewed presence.
Every time
Every time
You open your electric door
to greet your friends,
She's there.
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