The rope.

The rope.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The rope.
The hanging tree
swings of life,
swaying
in the wind.

While hangs
in the balance
the spirits of the dead,
murmuring still.

Good versus evil.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 6, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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