Shrivelled

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Shrivelled is the heart

When the river runs dry, tears

Love lost forever.

© 2015 andrew mitchell

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jacob erin-cilberto

and it gets smaller and smaller each time those rivers find a new place to run.

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

So true Jacob Thank you.

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Added on June 28, 2015
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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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