Where time is of no consequence.

Where time is of no consequence.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

During my dreams
the hands of time
was still ticking,
in reality the clock
stood still,
I was going nowhere.




© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 15, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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