Within the forest of what is.

Within the forest of what is.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Stray leaves fall
on grounded hearts
turning souls
that bend to
temptations evergreen
leaving love on
a bare branch broken.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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