The Mill Of Peak Hill Poem by ion untaru

The Mill Of Peak Hill



the mill of peak hill
felt the first near the wind
and enjoyed as a child

the water stars light the way of fishes
when leaving the area,
them increased wings and took flight

(translated from romanian)

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Village Finta, Dambovitza
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