In search of land, broken glass.

In search of land, broken glass.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Trapped in a bottle
looking out from within
he sailed the high seas
on his ship of sails
called Yesterday.
The sum of those
who walked the plank
enter a new world deep
where thoughts of Atlantis lie
greet the new arrivals
now fish in the ocean.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 19, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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