Autumn strikes the family tree.

Autumn strikes the family tree.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As the winds of change
blow through the family tree
the mists of time
hides the space
in which we live,
in the clearing
we are gone
on the fall.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 7, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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