The house.

The house.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The house
that life built
came with windows
of opportunities that opened
and doors that closed.
No path was given.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Sometimes you are the epitome of many things.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Ken for your kind words.
so sad but still there is still hope to one's waiting and to life as well.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you sette for your words.
sette

6 Years Ago

you are welcome

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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