Windmills of Change

Windmills of time..
They Chase, they wander,
They leep before the eyes.
They quench a thought,
They transmit a ray..
Of a farsightedness,
once beckoned but, unanswered.

Windmills of time..
They haunt, they linger,
in tiny tendrils of human memory..
Once beached, never to fade uncried…

Windmills of time..
They seep they sow!
The ushering of a new hope..
Yet they stare back an eye.
To long an uncalled voice, an unspoken word or an unrealized entity.

Windmills of Time
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