I was walking back to web
In a charming dreamy thought;
I saw him standing beside a tree
With lovely smile which sliced my heart;
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hats off to that creative imagination that conceived this metaphor...
we love to swim on this shallow river His silky softy fringing talks Even in some ruthless time Then he admired my soft talk And opined it, as a classic; Which no one in the world he heard Talked so classic, as I did
This was amazing a spiders true story. The spiders ritual mating dance. It is absolutly lovely how you can make a deadly and gory part of life so soft and gentle.
dear sandhya, re-read this poem along with the thought of 'net addiction'....
Oh dear spiders! Who are lurking with A lovely web to catch my kind I have a frantic warn to you, that Beware the mates of my own kind! ! ! ------ WOW! ! ! A beautiful narrative poem. Great personification and imagery...meaningful poem to warn! So to others beware! 10+++
a beautiful love poem with fine imagery. finaly you are in the web? enjoyed reading voted10 surya