The windmills of your mind…
Windmills of your mind…
Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days.
Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my mind, so many things, are twisting and dancing in my head.
They are like, stories of another person life. I played soldier, I played saint and I played sinner. When payment is due. Where do I belong?
Now I wonder, what are we?
Maybe we are, just wildflowers, dancing with the wind for a season, to be forgotten when the days of Fall appear.
I do follow my grandfather advice. Make the good days last forever.
Dancing Coyote
And I am keen to learn from you, grandpa. This life is worthless without a mentor. Thanks for your great knowledgeable works
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Mmm… your post are indeed full of wisdom. I salute you, grandpa.
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Hello Lamittan. I try to get to your site. Was gone. I enjoyed your work. My grandfather was my mentor. I try to be like him.
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Owh, my site’s not gone. It’s still available though with a new address. Here: http://www.laminsaindies.wordpress.com
I had a few changes that might affect my following. But I’m still here and everything’s still in place.
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Okay, I will go now.
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Great!!
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