The windmill

I’m simply a poet, you see,
located
in the valley of dreams
and in the centre
of such a world
I’m a silent puppet
on a string.
 
to escape
I don’t know how
so I’m waiting patiently
for a touch of luck—
for that wind
that will suddenly blow
to move my thoughts
when I’m stuck.




©Tom Del Braco

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