Arachnida.

for good reasons I walked that evening, 

But not with good reason

I retained this bother in my thoughts 

Of some things I did and the ones I did not.

Today was a bad day for regrets

But you my conscience keep sending this threats 

"You cannot make it if you walk alone"

The eight legs of the spider is its strength 

One would have thought in this our Arachnid 

Forever in

confusion would stroll the earth. 

But our gentle spider have risen above expectations 

Where we would want her to stop she climbs

And when we would want her to hide, she hunts. 

The eight crooked legs of this Arachnid is its victory.

Now I must learn to walk for all.

And wait for all.

Stevezuks@gmail.com

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