I watch as you
Tenderly create and
Connect the delicate
Strands,
Symmetrical, fragile,
Devious.
Strung between the
Waving stems of grass
Lives the clash
Of innocence and cunning
You need to survive.
I am but an observer,
A frequent visitor in your
World of intrigue.
As night winds wake me
With their force and fortitude,
I wonder if your
Web will persist,
And your survival
With it.
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