The seamstress web outside my window
Ethereal in the morning glow
Dew drops cling to threads of silver
In each drop a tiny rainbow
No weaver's beam, no loom's shuttle
Each silken thread with care aligned
Human webs are much more subtle
But just as deadly by design.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastically expressed on sunrise and on life. Amazingly shared.10