Ghosts of Summer
Windmills
standing still
no wind
empty windowsill
minds
at sleep
a death
of another time
heartless
flowers that never grow
no wine
tears fall silent
fragments appear
shooting stars at night
dispersed onto the dark
windmills of my mind
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
