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Web Weaver
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My Works here I sit in the morning due
captivated by a web of dreams
that hangs before me all a new
every drop of water is my fantasy
capturing my essence.
every breath I breathe becomes a rare scent
and she spins faster yet
on her wheel of wonders
she spins a tale no other has heard
looking at me with her every eye
walking carefully using all her steps
she dances a dance so divine
and spins a thread so fine
