The future of dreams were edited,never reaching the end.

The future of dreams were edited,never reaching the end.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

No one lived
to see the end of their dreams,
and how long was a dream?

There was no book
that had no ending
when time became
your author.

That time so dear, so near
publishes your story.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 9, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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