The weathering of thoughts frozen in time.

The weathering of thoughts frozen in time.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Clouds of change
move through 
the icicles of time;
hanging are memories
suspended by thoughts,
but where have all
the moments gone
as the cranial hall
looks on empty.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 2, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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