The Magic Windmill
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© 2009 - Ben Heine.
The Time Is Like
a Windmill
By Peter S. Quinn
The time is like a windmill
Of wheeling on the waves
That goes up and down a hill
In moments of lots to fill
With wonderments and craves
The morning is shining there
Onward to fields and roads
And giving a circle to adhere
From some to almost anywhere
Of many its falling loads
Its silences and tones so soft
Filling the moments to go
And bringing around its oft
With a round and around waft
Like wind in breeze will blow
The day and night to give in
Of each its work be done
From dry to water full spin
Where each of both has been
Until the turning is none
Wheel will strive and break
To reach its own destiny
Give of what it will take
And always be still awake
To turn forever and be free
For it's like circle of life
In making its going turn
And as it too it must strife
And break on through the rife
Forever to go on and learn
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