Viesta

"The spider travels across its gossamer trails,hunting by tiny vibration never fails,its destination a fallen fly,already lost, no more effort to try,the spider never rushed,the flies spirit already cr..."

"Her thoughts were fastened togetherwith the threads of her daily beingA tapestry of her life A work of art worth seeingShared by the strokes of an endless dreamBrushed with the colors of the heartflow..."

"Rain is all the sky will bear though for cold wind, I often long to see your breath, mix with the air to cease the scorching, summer song; Yet never has, and never will Heaven grant such boons to me t..."