Under the hands of rust turning.

Under the hands of rust turning.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The child in time
was you,
and whether
you had the hands
to turn time
in your favour.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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stay oiled and keep moving says i .... this young thing will not allow rust to stop me clock ... oh no .. my clock will simply wind down ;)
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago



there is something about rust that reminds me of time past.. it creeps up on ya slow and steals all the glow from ya.. tis best to avoid setting your watch by it....

Neville

Posted 6 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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