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The spider's web
I found a spider in the corner of my past,
that crawled on my memories grey,
And weaved silver laces like a stack of hay,
that trapped my mind in a web robust.

I revisited my days bygone,
that moments when grief crippled my soul,
And dragged me into deep, dark hole.
as I stood undead in the war woebegone.

I stumbled seven to stand at eight
And found my garden in full bloom,
A veil of joy shrouded my gloom
As I gleamed like a moon on it's silver plate.

The spider climbed up it's nest
Like a ghost in my paper town,
that witnessed my struggles like a clown
As I counted my milestones in haste.

© VIDHI VALLECHHA