A Bubble of Ink
I'd like to circle, with one bead of ink,
All poetry, all passion, the whole riddle,
Light as a spider's web…and still, I think,
There'd be an unsolved spider in the middle.
All poetry, all passion, the whole riddle,
Light as a spider's web…and still, I think,
There'd be an unsolved spider in the middle.
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