There is a web made of silvery silks,
Spun from the finest golds,
Encrusted with jems and semi-precious stones,
Emblazened in our hearts.
There is a web made of vines and roots,
Sparkling in morning dew,
Nutured by the immortal sun,
Coddled by the majestic moon,
Shimmering in our minds.
There is a web made of air,
Seen by a rare few,
Hovering between time and space,
Taken over by many hues,
And our souls remember...
There is a web,
A magickal string,
Invisible, yet so clear.
In my heart,
In my mind,
In my soul,
I remember.
The web which binds us all.
To remember that whichs remembers us all.
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Aww, I hadn't seen this one.....I love it a lot ^.^
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