A Spider sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White
If Ruff it was of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself inform
Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy
Upon an Arc of White
If Ruff it was of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself inform
Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy
Emily Dickinson
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The Spider Web
The spider spun a silver web
Above the gate last night
It was round with little spokes
And such a pretty sight
This morning there were drops of dew
Hung on it, one by one;
They changed to diamonds, rubies red.
When they were lit with sun.
A spiders nice to have around
To weave a web so fine
On which to string the drops of dew
That catch the bright sunshine.
Keep spinning yor WEB!!! :}
achillistron, να ευχαριστώ... στον ιστό θα ταξιδέψω με τις ιστορίες που θα πλέξω...
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