Windmill At Sunset



Spun by the wind in circles of sameness

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast

 Monotonous twisting as time goes past.


But one evening, as it set,

The sun flung its fire on high

And the windmill’s silhouette  

Etched a poem against the sky.
 

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