Windmills of the Mind
Like rain cloud stragglers that co-exist
Darker shaded sky, vastly does persist
Sunset begins and yellow sets the stage
In front, we’re windmills of a fallen age
Moving gently through a slight calming breeze
Around it goes pumping water with ease
Multiple blades dark from a sunset blaze
Un-hindered by any slight weathered glaze
Just like the windmills of my aging mind
I search a memory but seldom find
The missing link, the power surge elect
It’s my thoughts of which I can’t circumspect
In its time, this aquatic synergy
Was tooled, but now, I’m out of energy
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1/30/2014
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