In your breeze waiting.

In your breeze waiting.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In your breeze waiting.
I was no more
a solid,
as I was
a solution,
in loving you.
In your space
I found I was
no more than
a cloud of air
to be blown aside,
brushed away
by your breeze,
waiting
on your choosing,
on when to fill
your skies again.
You had a way
with my physical elements
only to have you enter
my metaphysical unannounced
with the ability
to change me.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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"You had a way
with my physical elements
only to have you enter
my metaphysical unannounced
with the ability
to change me."


Posted 8 Years Ago


No one is changeless. It is a lame excuse when we utter that. We do have the will and ability to change, laugh, cry and read marvelous writings...
Like this one!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Sami always a delight when you drop by and praise my work, thank you Sir.
Sami Khalil

8 Years Ago

You are welcome. ...::::)))

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Added on January 23, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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