All is still

All is still

A Poem by andrew mitchell

His heart heavy
Against cold wind.
Covered in ice,
Frozen within.
His heart....... hibernates
'Til next spring.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Too much emotions to take his heart needs a little break! lol
No seriously this is fantastic so few word but they create such a clear picture and it is so heartfelt!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you sereena for your kind words and your happy go lucky manner!!:)
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B
Hmmm his heart speaks out and sings

Very charming poem

I feel the air of seasons stroking your words


Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

seasons and emotions make a nice pair. Thank you my friend!
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alf
hi Andrew. This is raw emotion!!! I love the way you leave the door open for hope to creep in . . . at some future time!!!! This is heartfelt, I think, and so packed with emotion. A brilliant write!!!! alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Heavy the Heart!!! lol
alf

9 Years Ago

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-huh!!!!!!!!!
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

lol .................
Tough my man it's our turn up here for some sun!
Nice depiction of the onset of winter.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

I've never seen rain pour so so heavy in the last 24hrs
John Alexander McFadyen

9 Years Ago

You call us whinging Pommies! when you get drought you complain and when,you get rain you complain!
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

I love rain,Autumn, Winter and Spring . Summer is too hot in Adelaide up to 45C and days of mid 40's.. read more

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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