The build.

The build.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The build.

Being the architect
of my own dreams,
I had to see the build
through my kids eyes.

For behind the drapes
of the memorial,
through the window
lied the legacy.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 23, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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