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Webs Under the Eclipse

A Symphony Of Unseen Labors

By Kenneth cruzPublished about a month ago Updated about a month ago 1 min read

Entry upon entry, endless tales, my stories demand my voice

Clawing at keys, a trapped beast, that hungers to be freed from this cage so old

Longing weaves through my heart, my webs so grand, yet sparse and cold

Im a spider invisible, crafting a web of intricacy, a beauty to behold

Plight in the fact that no matter how divine, my transient webs won’t stand the test of time

Still I carefully craft and share each piece, like Charolette spelling “some pig” for all to see

Enduring against the clamoring voice that tells me my dream can never be

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  • Hannah Moore30 days ago

    Oh! Yes! We are all Charlottes!

  • Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago

    What a beautifully woven piece! I especially love the line about Charlotte. This is certainly "some pig" for all to see, and you never know, maybe your work will stand the test of time. The work of many writers did not become popular until after their time.

  • Anna about a month ago

    Brilliant! I loved it!😊

  • A wonderful web or words you have woven

  • Tokyoabout a month ago

    Wow! Wonderful. Great line, "Im a spider invisible, crafting a web of intricacy, a beauty to behold."

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    Oooo, this was so deep and poignant! Loved your Acrostic!

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