The Windmill and the Wind:
'Round and 'Round it swings its arms
But never does move its feet
The wind whispers its secret to the windmill
And the windmill dances for the wind.
And when the wind blows on its way
The windmill sits and waits for him.
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Tristful Beauty
PoetryA few pretty poems, painted with moonlight and brushed with midnight tears.
