An oversight

An oversight

A Poem by andrew mitchell

From the eyes
that never saw
came a kiss
that never reached.
In the oblong box
shadows weep,
above trees litter
where the wind
sweeps all memories
of any shortcomings.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 24, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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