If I was Poetry,
I would dance with the spirit of the sun
Love with the strength of wild water
Sing to the moods of the moon
Create words for the wind to carry
It would be magic
It would be me
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
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Thank you for the reblog of my poem🕉
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the poetry
roams
exceeds
the world
reality
the human
change words
the expectation
the hope
not for a better life
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Beautiful thank you for sharing!
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