On the turning of a stone.

On the turning of a stone.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Sun-burnt memories spawn
on severed dreams dusty
as nightmares blow
across a river bed
of thoughts dry.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Ouch, that must sting an awful lot methinks .. made me mind run riot so ya did sir :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

4 Years Ago

Lol thanks Nev. I have no tattoos too.

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 Added on July 18, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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