In the country of the naive
Windmills,
The dancer dragons,
The tall trees in the shine
Of the moonlight
A long-sighted interpretation of a title
A communion of spiritual children;
Don Quixote on the way to
Becoming a miller.
I wish I could be a child
Unselfish, complete
Open heart and
Waste in my feelings.
The ways to harmony and
The ways to show. It is a
Wish that the many share.

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