In the ripples are memories cast.

In the ripples are memories cast.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Of the rocks
that were left
unturned,
love was a
stones throw away,
a rocky road for some;
the search continues...

Meanwhile,

He who finds
the pebble
will find the water
in which to throw.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 28, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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