On a corner of my window,
I found entangled strands of silver
Beaded with pearls,
Shining in the thin sunshine,
Amused by its delicacy
I moved closer.
To my surprise,
It was a cobweb
Laden with dewdrops,
Arresting a tiny insect
Hanging in the air
Perhaps unaware of its fate,
A life slowly coming to an end.
I wonder,
Is that me?
Chained with shackles;
Seemingly delicate yet so strong,
However elegant and beautiful;
Suspended between heaven and hell
Unaware of the peril.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem, the though process behind it is pretty obvious but the way in which you describe the event is lovely. HG: -) xx