The Love of Life on a whim.

The Love of Life on a whim.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Love of Life
was no more
than travelling where the wind blew
until I was no more 
to be seen.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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in the calm, there is just emptiness.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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