And all that!

And all that!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the forest of love
and all that beckons,
and all that comes
straight from the heart,
and all that passes 
the turns,the flips
the closing of the book,
the placement on the shelf -
she  had a heart of gold,
but it was all gold plated,
broken she flaked away.
Gold flecks found
in life's stream -
the gold prospector
had a good day.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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a prospector finding all those pieces of a golden heart that had been shattered.
so sad...perhaps he may put her back together.
he might understand her worth when others had not.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your words J, yes one man's trash to another is treasure.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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