In the hands of stone.

In the hands of stone.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Some things
never die
maybe they’re just
not living.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Wise words written Andrew. We must seek some happiness in the mist of madness. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago

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 Added on December 7, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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