The spider knits its silver web,
In hope to seize a falling star,
While all the while the moon does ebb,
Still gazing at it from afar.
For yet I think a stronger thread
Do you and I together weave,
How when apart, my spirit’s fled,
Half of my heart, I hate to leave.
this poem unlocks doors of imagination in the readers mind.brilliant poem Sacha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a fine poem, sir. stirring, easy to read, and no quality was sacrificed to achieve that.