At your doorstep.

At your doorstep.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the dream
that had wings
flew away,
the carnage lay
in the sleep broken
while the heart stood
at your doorstep,
knowing there was
no door.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 13, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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