Her lagoon.

Her lagoon.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Her lagoon.
Emotions deep
her lagoon travelled,
dark, mysterious,
somewhat unexplored, 
her surface looked, far away.
Until she bubbled
intentions not known
still waters, cold.
But being close
I swam on...
her emotions rising,
I felt her love,
warm.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 15, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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