More than my own humility is the gravity of you.
To remain with the truth compels the wisest to test.
Taste the sounds that burn this town...
Found are the answers, like a spider silently resting.
From a string it's web lazily left undone, only to rock freely by the wind.
When there is a task, it's legs move to dance further down.
Moving around, by the light.
Ladybugs draw out exposed wings, and sporadically lose their direction.
Luna Malin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-life-2/
