The rejection of an idealist

The rejection of an idealist

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Her approach was cold
the sun dipped
behind her horizon.
She said. She was thawed
for my convenience.
But I froze
where her love once flowed
I recall a river flowing
now, a glacial heart
lined by icy footprints.
I stood naked in mind -
shivering....
a fire lit
in her eyes.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on June 12, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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