The Windmills Dance
In a land of dreams
An Elder, with a Song entrapped,
In the labyrinth of his Mind, it's wrapped.
A Professor, of Architecture's lore,
Seeks the Song's elusive Door.
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A Stroll in the Meadow, under the Sky,
Hoping the Breeze will help it fly.
His heart carries a Tune, in Silence spun,
Echoes of a Song, not yet done.
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By a Windmill, he rests, his Quest paused,
In its shadow, his Thoughts are tossed.
'Windmills of My Mind,' he recalls,
As the Melody from his memory falls.
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The Windmill turns, so does his World,
Into the Land of Dreams, he's twirled.
He lies beneath the turning Blades,
As Day's bright light softly fades.
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His Body rests, his Spirit soars,
To the Song's distant, dreamy Shores.
His world turns with the Windmill's Dance,
His Life's last Song, his final Chance.
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In Dream's embrace, he finds his Sleep,
His Song, a Secret, the Windmill keeps.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
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Stable?
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Looking for the kind of beauty that looks like it crawled out of a fluorescent supermarket at 2:13 am and somehow asked you about meaning.
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