From the turning, parachutes change!

From the turning, parachutes change!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We all changed
when the cold
wind blew,
being part of 
the group,
we separated,
but Mother brought
us together, composted,
it was hard letting go.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on April 22, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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