Fynn and the Windmills

Deep inside me
and you
lives Fynn .
Fynn, with two watering-can-hands,
which water with letters
the windmills
in the mind’s gardens.
Fynn, from whose eyes streams
the four cardinal points.
Fynn, whose soul
is striated with veins,
from the living rivers of words.
Words, with whose DNA
you can trace back
your family tree,
all the way back
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