Spider's Web
Let us tend to the enigma called life,
More silent then a spider’s web;
For the patter of one’s lost intent
Is gone like this morning spent
Until the worth of our lives have past us by
Never to return,
And memories trapped in a spider’s web
Has past through its woven thread
For here the air of spring’s rebirth
Blow’s warm and sweetens the day,
Till the silent thread of a spider’s web
Is gone like this morning spent
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