Filter dunes

dust looks like snow fall, rolling
down of rocks, raved with green grass
splendid with dirt, until the rain comes
and cleanse the ground, the ended
last in a life time of June

oh! smooth tiny particle, halo in
the wind pool of uncertainty, deals in
the fate of every journey
love yet far in the eyes of the beholder

rain as it gone and stay like turbid
in the turmoil of the stream, I come to
settle down in your mind
who lead me to find the heart of the
faithful servant, please live in me