I looked through the window sill
Came to my mind a windmill
Tall and lean with many arms
Unlike those windmills at farms.
Up in the air they dances
Close to sea anemones
Despite their bunches of loads
Shakes with the tip of its toes.
They love the sea’s mercy
The one is in no worry
To adapt in my red place
And persuade me with its grace.
Almost long a year to greet
The hard shell one seeded fruit
That hides the virgin water
And make my tongue feel better.
Copyright © Watisungla Ao | Year Posted 2016