041711h It's A Cycle

string of sand floating
carried by hurried wind
from shoulder of warrior
molded from sandstone
ancient passing dream
going back to dust amen

movements from dry ground
pincher from black scorpion
suddenly snap by sharp claws
instant death serves its purpose
nature's story start to uncover
to my mind long in captivity

by Manonton Dalan

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