Territorial little creature
And works day and night
Night and day
To build her trap
She sleeps at day
And hunts by night
When morning comes
We see her shiny net
Now dark...a reminder
That the spider work
Pays off at last!
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A Second Chance
365 days we go, Round and around The brighten sun And we end at the exact Same point we were In the past year... But the canvas Is once ag...
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I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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son dos ventanas al cielo negro de tu alma...!
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Hence with each cloud that passes by Pass as well my life Playful little white Puffy bright running In a spring like sky...
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