All is still

All is still

A Poem by andrew mitchell

His heart heavy
Against cold wind.
Covered in ice,
Frozen within.
His heart....... hibernates
'Til next spring.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Too much emotions to take his heart needs a little break! lol
No seriously this is fantastic so few word but they create such a clear picture and it is so heartfelt!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you sereena for your kind words and your happy go lucky manner!!:)
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Hmmm his heart speaks out and sings

Very charming poem

I feel the air of seasons stroking your words


Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

seasons and emotions make a nice pair. Thank you my friend!
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alf
hi Andrew. This is raw emotion!!! I love the way you leave the door open for hope to creep in . . . at some future time!!!! This is heartfelt, I think, and so packed with emotion. A brilliant write!!!! alf

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Heavy the Heart!!! lol
alf

10 Years Ago

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-huh!!!!!!!!!
andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

lol .................
Tough my man it's our turn up here for some sun!
Nice depiction of the onset of winter.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

I've never seen rain pour so so heavy in the last 24hrs
John Alexander McFadyen

10 Years Ago

You call us whinging Pommies! when you get drought you complain and when,you get rain you complain!
andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

I love rain,Autumn, Winter and Spring . Summer is too hot in Adelaide up to 45C and days of mid 40's.. read more

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Added on May 4, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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