A Poem By Hannah W. // 11/10/2008

The spider, her small form above
the bed where I lay to sleep
Her thin legs carry her
in circles, in zigzags
with fine silk behind her
She weaves and she moves
silent, intently
she spins and she weaves
she spins and she weaves
the stuff of my dreams

The delicate thread
of this great tapestry
is silken, invisible,
She works through the night
her job so simple, so great
for a creature so small
She is unnoticed, tiny,
silent, but not sullen
she watches over as I sleep,
and she weaves

She spins and she weaves
the stuff of my dreams


that was...

that was wonderful! you have such a way with words! :) :D


"my brother, my captain, my king," Boromir.

Bernadette | Fri, 11/14/2008


That was so cool!

-Falling Leaves

"I'm not that complicated...My complications come out in my songs. All you you have to do to be my friend is like me...And listen." -Taylor Swift (one of the best musical artists ever!)

E | Fri, 11/14/2008

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond


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