See spider threading?
Brave little hanging weaver
No height will balk her.
Author notes
I dreamt that I was falling, falling down, and the only way to catch myself was to be like spider, to slow and come down gently, as if by a sweet silk thread.
A contest entry
- Haiku & Tanka. by TheSpiralGenerator.
700 points, ended April 10, 32 entries
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