Just clouds passing.

Just clouds passing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The clouds of today
became the mists
of yesterday in passing
to be recycled tomorrow.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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god, i have recycled so many...if i got money for that, i would be rich rich rich.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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