by jexmas on November 24, 2016

Before the first drops
My spider retreats
Waits under overlapping leaves
Watches while her web
Washes away again

When the sky clears
My spider has already
Forgotten that tattered life
Starts weaving again
Slowly building a new dream

While the sun shines
My spider sees her ends
Picks up her ragged cables
Weaves them back together
Like old black spider magic

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