Windmills

I dream of windmills in the night
That noiselessly are turning;
I find myself in distant lands,
And feel a constant yearning –

For what, I do not know;
My weary brain is always teeming
With windmills turning in the night,
Empowered by
My dreaming

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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