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#windmills
Perhaps you're my Dulcinea And I'm only a fool taking Windmills for giants
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Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC
Windmills
* It's not an altar If I don't worship upon it (Even if I still whisper prayers) It's not a pedestal If you don't stand atop it (Only, I still look up to you) It's not a quest If you're no princess, and I'm no hero (Yet, I still seek out dragons) It's not a dream If there's no hope (And I still wake a million miles from you) *
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC
A Million Miles
Fighting demons Bursting bubbles He's in my head Among the rubbles Seeing that most things get done He works at it from moon till sun He tilts at windmills only he can see Please meet.... Don Quixote My affliction or my soul hearing voices takes its toll Fighting what may not be there And if it's not, why should I care? Before the windmills in my mind Don Quixote....you will find An empty veldt of muddled thoughts On a crooked road to nowhere A wasteland of x's and noughts With no way to get there A wilderness of abstract themes And wishes that I need share The guardian of what I write Tilting windmills in my minds air Hidden loves Broken hearts So much to do just where to start No Sancho Panza by his side In my head he's stuck inside Keeping madness at arms length Don Quixote...my minds strength Unfinished tales Broken dreams So little time Or so it seems A wayward soldier on his way What windmills will he fight today? The thoughts I write reveal what's me Allowed outside by Quixote An empty veldt of muddled thoughts On a crooked road to nowhere A wasteland of x's and noughts With no way to get there A wilderness of abstract themes And wishes that I need share The guardian of what I write Tilting windmills in my minds air
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Quixote in my mind
When I got dropped off the first thing I noticed was the floating islands passing on by..  They all had this blue windmill that would spin with a beautiful light at its center.. The windmills were soundless.. They did not whisper a noise at all.. I then turned around and noticed I was on a floating island myself.. I then looked over the edge  of this sky island and saw the clouds below.. I wanted to see what was under them.. My sky island seem to read my mind and took me below the clouds.. There were millions upon millions of people everywhere.. They were running after all the sky islands with their hands to the sky.. They were all screaming out " TAKE ME"!!
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
The windmills were silent