Monday, August 31, 2009

The Woven Weaver

Shadows and dreams
Weave wonder
In the untrod Path
Before me
I feel Light
Frightfully fickle
As I rush
Into the Dance
Like a giggle
In a trance
I am the woven
And the weaver
I am the spinner
And the spun
The winner
And the won!


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