From a warriors hand

From the hand of a warrior, tosses time in the air, knowing of life with concern and fare.
Spinning and twirling, repeatedly, blanks top from bottom.
A closer look reveals the complete circle of men that blossom. Hands held tightly for these are our friends.
Spinning and twirling, repeatedly, blanks beginning from end.
A closer look reveals a container of men with no end. Hands held tightly for these are our brothers and our friends.
Spinning and twirling, repeatedly, blanks highs and lows.
A closer look reveals a life we once chose. Side by side, we stand, through stratum and strain.
Spinning and twirling, repeatedly, smoothes the spin of a circle with four corners.
A closer look reveals a circle with four colors. Arms locked, securing our growth, we welcome the spirits oath.
Spinning and twirling, repeatedly, blanks all direction. A closer look reveals each challenging section.
Now resting in the palm of a warrior’s delight, the sphere’s circle is true and tight.

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