Weaver of Dreams

The weaver of the web remains unseen
its tapestry a web of loving dreams
slowly settling o'er a world in need
of just a loving, gentle kiss
as night drifts down to cloak
their minds in dreams unending
knowing that each choice
after all is said and done
is directed by just one alone
as invisible as she . . .


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