the spider spins a web of poem
casting itself as its lead character
a rare eight legged that digs into space
to echo in it a million years of change
the million years that have gone
now hang gently on every filamen of her great circle
they rest queitly in her reflection
as she waits for another round of wonder
to lift her through another million years
so that she could spin a poem of wings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem john, very deep yet inspiration thoughts! A 10.