In a world of prisms lost.

In a world of prisms lost.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Inertia creeps
blackened shadows
light bending
tomorrow's world
the prism of rainbows
fades....
             broken....
                            lost.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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yes, sometimes the rain just doesn't stop...and when it does the rainbow is not all we thought it might be.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Indeed J, thank you for stopping by my friend.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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