Whispers in the Web: A Dance of Shadows and Light

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In twilight’s gentle embrace, they spin,
Silken threads glistening, weaving dreams within.
Shadows dance on walls, a fleeting sight,
Spiders weave their tales, in the quiet night.

Through ancient trees and moonlit beams,
Their silent whispers echo, like distant dreams.
A tapestry of life, delicate and grand,
Spiders’ artistry, by nature’s hand.

In corners dark, they find their place,
Building homes with patient grace.
Each web a story, each thread a line,
Crafting beauty, in patterns so fine.

Though feared by many, misunderstood,
Their presence speaks of balance, a force of good.
Guardians of gardens, unseen and small,
Spiders remind us, we’re part of it all.

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