MVO: You spin. As the night wind blows, Softly your whole world sways, Glistening in the moonlight.
Down on eight knees, You quiver and pray that no thread would unravel. For each one’s a strand drawn From the pit of your soul.
Suddenly the wind stops. And you look to the stars with a sigh. In the darkness, you crawl back on, Weaving your web In a corner of my window that you call your own.
ANN: Turn off your lights and see magic in the dark. Earth Hour. 8:30-9:30pm, March 27.