In the palms of present lost.

In the palms of present lost.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When everything
that flies
is not a bird,
the moment is lost
on the wings of time.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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why do the birds always get to be the only ones anyhow! not fair:/ damn it I hate gravity Mr. Mitchell

Posted 5 Years Ago
Beautiful :) Time, the tyrant to most of us and yet so precious, lovely Andrew :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much Ruth for gracing my page. Lovely.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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