We wove a web in childhood



    We wove a web in childhood,
    A web of sunny air;
    We dug a spring in infancy
    Of water pure and fair;

    We sowed in youth a mustard seed,
    We cut an almond rod;
    We are now grown up to riper age—
    Are they withered in the sod?
    Charlotte Bronte

            Text and image source: Jana Eid https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10166617045310093&id=772270092

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