Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sand Dunes

Running down a sand dune
Is a lure for anyone frisky…
A hard fall, like on a cotton ball,
Cushioned; so comfortably unrisky.

Sliding on a feather falling,
Or a raindrop on a cloud carried.
Some fly to the bottom, others trapped
In Earth’s hour glass, and buried.

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