The view.

The view.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The view
was no more
a window
to your soul.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Closed doors and locked windows. This mean we were released. Very nice use of words and thoughts. Thank you Andrew for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago
always trees, fog, or maybe a dirty window...many ways the view can be skewed.
j.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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 Added on October 11, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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