The Meandering beginnings of a changeling.

The Meandering beginnings of a changeling.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Was it the thought
that wandered off
or was it the moment
that changed
becoming a memory?

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 14, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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