"Windmills" Poem by Fatmir Terziu
"Windmills"
In the plasma of coffee,
the breakfasts are dissolved with spoonful.
The mind spins like a whip.
The lightning strikes.
Even when lightning fly in the clouds,
we say they are just clouds
and we turn our attention
in the next meal,
the next pain,
the other spirit,
next page.
This is how we
keep on looking
fighting with "windmills".
At the fun of coffee...
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5/11/2024 2:20:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Like floating clouds we turn our mind. This is really very amazing. Keep on looking fighting with windmills, at the fun of coffee. An amazing experience you will gain to express. This poem is brilliantly penned...10