The fruits of wisdom come ripe or rotten.

The fruits of wisdom come ripe or rotten.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A change of thought,
a weathered mind -
seasoned to taste
amongst the clouds of time.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 29, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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