the poem with no name

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hello there

fortuitous friends!

spiders of the inter-webs

I am the poem with no name

comprised of countless hours

and restless wondering

but I trust you’ll read me just the same…

for secret silks

entangle my frame

and oh how your cobwebs

entice me!

weave me into such delicate fantasy

entrap me with illusions of serenity

I am the poem with no name – threaded and woven

the spiders prey.

 

© 2019 MABELLENA

 

 

 

 

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