These creepy crawlies
are magical.
I hear occult cries
on my way, all alone
on this forest path.
The silky webs
of the wild spiders
stealthily waiting
to get a victim on
the silky web
to jump into
and conquer it..
these I observed
on my way to the school.
It was fun.
Happy are the days of childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem