When round and round has a end.

When round and round has a end.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The train of mind
rode the carousel of time
disembarking at the
station of no return
where memories gathered
for one last time
on the baggage
of a thought
left on the platform
where the shadows
of life moved on.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 20, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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