Poem -
keys
he sits and spins with fervour
for many days and nights
a weaven woven choking web
that binds him up so tight
a coffin case so silky dark
he cannot breathe or see
the tiny single thread he holds
is key to set him free
M ~
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EleganceĀ
Oh, Marion, thisās the saddest poem my eyesāll read. I wish the thread becomes a thread of light so he can see the love in your eyes. And heāll never be afraid
because he can see you. Ā BĀ
A bug caught In a spider web, absolutely wonderfully written with a brilliant rhyme too. š¹
Very good: concise & well-crafted. A great metaphor for life.