MY ESTUARY

MY ESTUARY

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Tears in the eye
A lake could fill
A dam that collects
A river that spilled.

My tears of love
Feelings that grew
Now tears of sadness
Just red eyes blue.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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alf
Yaaaay. Hi Andrew. Sheer brilliance my friend. You have attained perfection here!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love it, alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


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andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you alf
This is so intense. The shedding of numerous tears and finally you are tired and dry. All one is left with is a sore heart and red eyes.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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