Touches of sad remains

Touches of sad remains

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Touches of sad remains.
Under the arch,
of weeping willows;
one cries below;
the golden slumbers
curled, scattered,
over ground dead. 
Battle cries!
Mother clutches sad remains.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 21, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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