By Anne Mironchik © Knuckleball Publishing Co.
| V.1 |
I'm
captured , your treachery
leaves me Helpless, oh my love, inside Your wicked, sticky strings I struggle to resist The more I try to move The more I am entangled Fixed upon the strands in your web |
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V.2 |
The
city, I try to keep my pace I wander, a stranger to the pavement Tugging at my feet In the busy street Woven up and down Crossing every inch of ground Every one a strand in the web |
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BR |
And
I sit and study the look in your eye Careful glances spin through the air and through time And I can see nothing but emptiness and lies Nothing to satisfy, or justify our web |
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| V.3 |
Sacudimiento,
de los árboles del sauce Los guijarros, debajo de mi zapato el río, agua fresca en mi cara Me Abro los ojos Allí como una estrella Tejida en los ramas Ella es perfecta, en su tela |
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| V.4 |
The
willow, I watch it as it sways A pebble, inside my shoe A river, I splash against my face Open up my eyes, hanging like a star Woven in the branches Perfectly she sits…Perfectly she sits… In her web |