Homo Faber.. Poem by Madrason .

Homo Faber..



Sluggish and slow we tread on a slippery path
not knowing where we go not sensing where it's at
the wheels are turning threads yearning
arduous hands and feet they are all burning
a spiders mind is never bad nor kind
it does as us, weaving a fabric of dust and of mind
if it was only weaving such miracle called destiny. M

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Madrason .

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waalwijk netherlands
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