A foot in the cloud.

A foot in the cloud.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What of the clouds
that pass by
against blue sky,
the faces we see,
are they our own,
a timely reminder?
Floating cotton balls
wisps of our existence
fading, disappearing
like we were never here.
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© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Nice, --- but I must reply for all our sakes, "I write, so therefore I am." :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


This harkens to the old belief that everything is an illusion. We humans just like to think we are at the center of the universe (((HUGS)))

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Ain’t that the truth , vanity is the gravity that draws those in.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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