Donald Mitchell

A poem, by Don Mitchell

Cerulean Sky Oh how magnificent that cerulean sky, on the other side of gray. How I hope and pray to live once more beneath that blue to stay. Through all the years I’ve given this gray, I hope to have paid my bill, and live once again under that sky before my heart goes still. I wrote this poem while sitting in solitary confinement at L.S.P. Angola.

Don Mitchell
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Categories: Donald Mitchell, poems

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