There was no flow, hence the words smelled!

There was no flow, hence the words smelled!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Stagnation,
the pond of thoughts
not breathing life
lies in the depths
of muddy verses,
and rotting words.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on June 15, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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