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Post by AquarianM on Mar 9, 2011 2:19:42 GMT -5
Windmills In Flight...
The windmill spun on the wind gently, Creaking and ever-so-softly moaning, moaning, moaning, Dreaming that its old wings might yet set it free, Something Mystics once urged upon it that it never quite forgot, A bird unable to joust from the air of the sea, It carried the memory of all things of wings, Pushing water and pumping air.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 02/13/2011
"Rembrandt...Sleeping" Poem #8
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Post by Elle Rush on Jun 15, 2012 0:43:04 GMT -5
Love the windmills!!
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Post by AquarianM on Jun 29, 2012 1:18:31 GMT -5
Thanks, Elle - I've always thought they were mystical and graceful. I'm not so much loving that double post, though. How did I let that one get by me?
Dan
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