windmill for the land

windmill for the land…

i’m glad in awake and cleansing my brain fr0m lust with sadness fear or ghost of the past..

but white is winter

Windmill for the land…

maybe i’m n0t easily sto0d by whirlwind or s0me wordless pain storming out fr0m my vein..

but white is winter

Windmill for the land…

let them kn0w that the sky i’m staring at is widely grey, n the ocean i’m swimming of is deeply blue..

but the white is always a winter

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