The silken thread <br />of a spider’s web <br />catches the morning dew <br />and hangs them out <br />like a string of pearls <br />to glitter in the morning sun. <br />Each little dew dropp <br />resembles a misplaced tear <br />of someone in sorrows pain, <br />just suspended there <br />on a line ready to fall <br />for the love of someone <br />who has gone away. <br /> <br /> <br />14 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silken-thread/
