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A Poem by andrew mitchell

As tears collect,
Above grey skies;
Thunder long gone
Salty drenched eyes
Weather the storm.
Wrapped in sorrow
To keep her warm
Her thoughts drowning
The heart forlorn;
Paradise, left.
Her desert mourns.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 14, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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