The Silken Wile
I see her working in the garden
the skillful little soul.
Fashioning her home to perfection,
her delicate abode caressed by the breeze.
Jewelled by the rain, destroyed by my finger
should i dare to interfere.
So inviting, so inviting...
Yet a trap for the unsuspecting pilot.
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