When the herd heard nothing.

When the herd heard nothing.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

From the herd
one hears
but from the listen
one becomes deaf
not hearing
the heard.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 31, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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