A SMILE TO THE UNTOLD STORIES

Oh what a web we weave,
between our entangled lives,
with threads of relationships,
that cover the secrets of morality,
in the branches of the rainforest tree.

Ah let's sing the songs of silence,
between the flowers of delicate feelings,
and hide the joys of satisfaction,
within the thin stems
of the bird's nest.

And wait in astonishment
till the little ones cry,
and follow the stringy paths
of the unspoken spider
all over again.
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