The widow uncoiled slowly
-dragging her paintbrush behind.
The white thread, sculpted
Into beauty, she wept-
The wind erasing her art
So that she must start anew,
Given a new page
-she begins once more.
Intertwined, detail is defined-
Fine lines drawn, penciled in
-perfection.
A masterpiece, is her web
Exhibited for the world to see
-intriguing visitor’s with
The diligence and poignancy
Of her creation.
A final touch, an artistic eye
Will see amazement, awe.While the widow -sees her fill.
-dragging her paintbrush behind.
The white thread, sculpted
Into beauty, she wept-
The wind erasing her art
So that she must start anew,
Given a new page
-she begins once more.
Intertwined, detail is defined-
Fine lines drawn, penciled in
-perfection.
A masterpiece, is her web
Exhibited for the world to see
-intriguing visitor’s with
The diligence and poignancy
Of her creation.
A final touch, an artistic eye
Will see amazement, awe.While the widow -sees her fill.
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