Road maintenance.

Road maintenance.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Of the heart strings slashed
The curtain fell.
The rainbow of colours
Collapsed, black.

The sun doesn't shine, no- more.
Tides of sorrow, rose
Heavy the rain, tears.

The moon looked on.
The light at the end
Of the tunnel, closed.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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too much bloody construction, on the highways of our hearts! Good one!

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you my friend, marcus

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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