Small feet lift from the floor and into the air
Small hands are flitting from breast to cheek
She spins the web of artistry
Around the glowing ember of life
Swirling white strands of light cling to the darkened fire
An alter of vibrant strands
Woven from the essence of human creativity
Dance into one another
Fall into one another
Embrace one another
In the race to become one
Cling to me, cling to each other
Don’t become lost in the dark
Don’t become lost
We have none
None.
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