Her Prism

Her Prism

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Her prism.
His colours entered
her prism of love
refracting white
empty, discarded;
blank memories.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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wow, i see him looking for making love...and she, just going through the physical motions...

love the brevity in your work...you just put it out there...BooM!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob for dropping by.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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