Look up there at the top of the hill
look closely at the seven windmills
how adventurous they all have been
standing as a whole milestone
in the greenery scenery
framing the boundaries of the wild territory
in spite of the storms, the lightning
the continuous violent outburst of darkish clouds
by God All Mighty they all stand alike
in grace spinning bravely their patient arms
embracing gracefully every lash of wind
wisely coping every struggle within
crushing every hardship in their big grindstones
packing all rays of light and left ashes
in forgotten sacks of overcome emotions
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