Windmill
My heart was stopped beside the mill,
Waterfalls, empty pail
Beyond the barn, in the grim shadows
Bottled like a plan with no purpose
Broken glass under each stone
The wind blew dark raven plumes
The floor with no sign or face
Waterfalls, empty pail
A wide shade appears,
Grey shadows crossing beyond the barn
Blood drips from each wind generator blade
Stoned with no drift
SandyIvy
12-5-15
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