Our lives are spiderwebs.
Delicate, pure, but Empty.
Sprinkle a little water,
It glows under lights.
Reflecting its own beauty.
Spill a pail of water,
It collapses instantly,
Reaping apart, for eternity.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
Our lives are spiderwebs.
Delicate, pure, but Empty.
Sprinkle a little water,
It glows under lights.
Reflecting its own beauty.
Spill a pail of water,
It collapses instantly,
Reaping apart, for eternity.
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