Torn by indiscretion of age as it crawls across a pristine white page.
Almost similar to the arachnid, with feelings caught up.
Spun deep into the fabric of a shining web.
Web, captured within it a prism,
A prism that caught hold of enlightenment.
Showering spectrum of colours so bright.
Reflection from your ceiling crisp and clean into your mind.
The zeal of age indeed, encapsulates your being as a very real man, be not emasculated, by the guardians of youth.
Zenith awaits.
(C) Livvi


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