The golden age of seasonal change.

The golden age of seasonal change.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Cut loose the chains
that are life bound
that hold the boat
from sinking.

Serenity turns on
thoughts golden brown
blowing in the breeze
coppery red to roll
in thought to ground 
wasted.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 24, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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