Windmills

Windmills

Windmills
My heart gave a flutter
My heart gave a whirl
To find out all about the twirl
It flipped over sideways
A cartwheel performed
To remind me how we’re all adored
Sometimes staying hip
Sometimes with a hop
Father’s Day’s coming & I miss my Pop
Music’s how I chant
Music’s how I pant
Here I go again on another rant
Perceiving is acheiving
The knowledge is our collage
Or collage if you prefer
How did that thought occur?
Everyone measures the meter
Everyone wants to defeat her
But the music just plays on
Can’t stop the sound of song
Breaking out at breakneck speed
Does not help, it doesn’t impede
It’s just a constantly running stream
Or maybe a dripping faucet
Depending on your dream!
The constant battle of windmills
Is the challenge – it’s our will
We make it how it is, We make it how it seems
Depending how we use our sunshine beam
Do what you are and be who you love
And know all our blessings are sent from above

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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