The transparency had no colour.

The transparency had no colour.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the varnish
was applied
in many layers
to cover,
the tarnish
from your blight,
no coverage would hide.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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