A walk with Alice, I wonder.

A walk with Alice, I wonder.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

He who thinks
he has it all
has not lived
so what is
expected of me?
Does one live
to die in order to see?
What lies beyond
the flow of the cosmos
but a butterfly, a star
and dreams heaven sent.
Maybe, a walk with
Alice will clear
the wonderment,
it’s a foggy day.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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I will take a cuppa whatever puts you this far into the tangle of pondering life! This is certainly a walk with Alice, no doubt! I'm heading out to my own rabbit hole right now (((HUGS)))

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Thank you Margie for entertaining my page as always.

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