What rattles within the shy.

What rattles within the shy.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Sometimes we move
in our shadows
where memories absorb
the reflections of our
most favourable times
but not necessarily in good light.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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self image is a b***h eh!? (scuz that French please) fantastic title .. its a whole world in itself i think ... another keeper sir!
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

thank you kind sir

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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