Heavy the hands that tick tock.

Heavy the hands that tick tock.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The mirror's face
tells no lies,
the movement of time
on the clock's hands 
drift in the echoes.
I'd give you a hand
but I'm only a clock.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 18, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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