Silken Thread
Silken Thread
Come and sit spider whispered, rest upon my silken thread
Tarry here within my artwork, naught a fear for you to dread
Sorry Miss the fly called softly, your silken thread is but a trap
I will rest among the roses, breathe perfume and taste their sap
Please be careful whispered spider, of the thorns along their stems
For I fear that you will find them, harsher than my silken thread
Thank you Miss the fly called softly, among the roses I will stay
For I know what fate awaits me
Should I tarry long, on silken thread
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