Drawing water from the well
to care for the Yggdrasill tree,
she spies the bubbles of the lives
that only she can see.
She watches as the lovers dance
and as harsh wars unfold;
she sees the quests of those who wish
for nothing but for gold.
Slowly, she pulls the strands of hair
to weave the twine of fate
for they'll not know of her idle folly
until it is much too late.
Written as part of B.S. Poets/Poet Share, 8/3/13, Prompt Number Three.
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