the reluctance turn of the windmill in the wind
by MeL on March 26, 2009
the reluctance turn of the windmill in the wind.
no one ever thought of its helplessness. or perhaps someone did.
like a bird that took flight but never once looked back. or perhaps it did.
like shadows forever lost in the faceless evening crowd.
echoes we could only imagine but voices we can no longer recognise. hej hej.
the anatomy of peace could well be found in the chaos.
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