I felt at ease in their presence.

I felt at ease in their presence.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The book was closed,
and never read
like so many,
but their presence was noted
when one walked in the room
lined by book shelves they stood
in an atmosphere of knowledge.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 3, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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