Dunes
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bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
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I was raised on the High Desert
I know the power of sand

Dunes

by bernardtwindwil

I go where the wind blows

I will bury you if you stand in my way I move little by little I move day by day

By sea or sun I will never cease

I build waves greater than a storm I come to submerge rocks and trees An inexorable force on the zephyr

You cannot endure

Do not build a pediment in me Only an apocryphal existence I am here I am coming

I will grind down civilization

I will cover your monuments one grain at a time no broom can stay me

My bowels contain your treasures

Your searches have revealed little I have swallowed whole cities I have coughed up tidbits.

I coat in many color

White, tan, red, black yellow, and green used in paintings a sight to be seen quickly comes and quickly goes same result when the wind blows

Shifting moving sand

Sand to sand not dust to dust that is essence of a windy gust sometimes sifting sometimes robust a high desert dweller must adjust

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The only star that matters
I am sure you'll all agree



jvw_purpleBronze CommaAuthor on Wattpad
6 months agoReply
Sorry it took me so long to check out your marvelous work! I'll be back as time permits :)

bryanthomasGifted WriterIn my spare time I juggle fog.
9 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil You're very welcome. :o)

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
9 months agoReply
@bryanthomas Thank you. Coming from you makes it all the more meaningful.

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9 months agoReply
Fab!

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
9 months agoReply
@ritika @michaelschulze Thank you both. Sand was also a metaphor for life and time. They just keep moving.

ritikaBronze CommaJust a thinker, bleeding ink into rhythm
9 months agoReply
It was beautiful. Lovely.

9 months agoReply
We can only survive if we work with nature because she will win every time if we try to fight her nice poem