Windmills
A memory turns
the windmills of the mind
to a season of summer breeze,
where happiness blows
cherished moments
into youthful hearts
the windmill turns once more
to a season defined by
falling leaves
where love endures
in hues of red and gold
the windmill spins
to distant winter winds
where, by cozy fireplaces
love finds a warm embrace
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