#poem, “Thoughts in a Windmill”

In my clenched fist I hid the crumbles of my knowledge,as I begged for prudence, mercy and peace.Then I saw that more knowledge I had gained.Knowledge to compete with that of the brilliant and powerful,though I had nothing of their richness.But gold compared to knowledgeis little more than a handful of sand,and though gold glimmers

#poem, “Thoughts in a Windmill”