In the fields beyond the old windmill stood
Its useful age was seen in decaying wood
Alone in the pastures of the timeless reap
Its weather worn sails in a windless sleep
The sunshine cast a mellow lingering light
Shadows of dusks created a solitary sight
In the fields beyond the old windmill stood
Forgotten in time the mills decaying wood
© Tryphena Louise Williams
© Tryphena Louise Williams
This is truly wonderful! It so succinctly and elegantly expresses the longing of, and the nature of, Soul.
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