Upon the hop, skip and a jump.

Upon the hop, skip and a jump.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

During the course
of out of sorts;
one absorbed,
one deflected.
What I seek
I don't know
for the know comes
with troubles past.
But what I need
is nothing and
the peace that
comes with it.

© 2020 andrew mitchell

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Added on July 9, 2020
Last Updated on July 9, 2020


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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