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A Poem by andrew mitchell

Tears in the eye

A lake could fill

A dam that collects

A river that spilled.

My tears of love

Feelings that grew

Now tears of sadness

Just red eyes blue.

© 2015 andrew mitchell

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alf

Yaaaay. Hi Andrew. Sheer brilliance my friend. You have attained perfection here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love it, alf

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

10 Years Ago

Thank you alf

nazia

This is so intense. The shedding of numerous tears and finally you are tired and dry. All one is left with is a sore heart and red eyes.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on March 26, 2015
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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..