I was there all along.

I was there all along.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

On a search through 
a long, lost shoe box;
revealing drawings, paintings,
photos, cards, and trinkets.
These finds unleashed
memories from the past.
I found myself again,
from a time lost,
I'd wondered....
where I'd had been.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 20, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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