Orange or black and white stripes.

Orange or black and white stripes.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Nestled between
birth and death
is called living,
seldom what it's deemed,
and often cut short,
but you can do
what you want
within society's rules,
which can be broken,
where jewellery comes
as heavy chains and
the dislike for the colour orange.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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i guess orange is the new black

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your words my friend.
A lingering tone with a sudden end, and nothing abrupt about it.
A fun read..!!
(P.S: The beginning was really great..!)

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thanks for stopping by and your comments.

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