Saturday, August 13, 2022

The Fly (a poem)

They wove a web together.
Entangled in love and mystery
they built a future.
Thread by thread.

Sometimes disturbed by the wind,
filled with waterdrops
that often soon disappeared
and just as often
left a drop 
defying gravity


She was more beautiful than the web
and he was happy with her
just patiently waiting
together

In his mind
they had made it together
but a thought disturbed him

Who was the spider
and who was the fly?

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