Wind Mills
Windmills stretch my imagination
casting shadows lit by sunlight
catching myths in downy dreams
upon wild windstorm clouds
dancing blades touching
rainbows fanning
quixotic
pipe dreams
fly.
Wind Mills
Windmills stretch my imagination
casting shadows lit by sunlight
catching myths in downy dreams
upon wild windstorm clouds
dancing blades touching
rainbows fanning
quixotic
pipe dreams
fly.
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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