Photo by Dharma
A spider works in silence,
Follows her passions,
Traveler feel the fresh aroma
And the warmth of her space
A woman's touch,
A question of strength
A dungeon of knowledge
A trap of mind
Clocks count time
And the unseen moments
Clocks ticks on as hearts
Whispering unheard icons
Cover your face with your hands,
See deeply in your soul,
Search quickly in your doubt’s myths
Hear carefully your fear’s whispers
Queen spider waits.
©Dharma
©Dharma
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