To corner you round a blind alley,
It gallops and blows the sand.
To fog your brain and your eyes,
From the sparkles of this land.
When this Mustang of death arrives,
It brings along a cloud of mist.
It will take you whatever you say,
However hard you insist.
To take you where you came from,
Where the actual life retains,
To prove that when it turns up,
No one dare detains!
©2012 Habiba Danyal.
Re-blogging this post for Trifecta’s week 31 challenge.
This week’s word is:
1: a garden or park walk bordered by trees or bushes
2a (1) : a grassed enclosure for bowling or skittles (2) : a hardwood lane for bowling; also : a room or building housing a group of such lanes b : the space on each side of a tennis doubles court between the sideline and the service sidelinec : an area in a baseball outfield between two outfielders when they are in normal positions