In three plays, three ways.

In three plays, three ways.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is love
but the play of heart strings
to lure another heart
to a tune already played.


If love was the answer
the mind had questions.


Love...
       the inaugural
flushing out of the heart
of the old for the new.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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