andrew mitchell : Writing

A FLEETING BRUSH WITH LUST THE SHADOW'S ROMANCE

A FLEETING BRUSH WITH LUST THE SHADOW'S ROMANCE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Love is the shortest distance between two hearts.
What if the moon was really GOD'S eye

What if the moon was really GOD'S eye

A Poem by andrew mitchell


For a friend Jamestown
Her blue abyss

Her blue abyss

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Well played and well laced!
A message from the heart ... a journey.

A message from the heart ... a journey.

A Poem by andrew mitchell


meandering thoughts , there are no endings just beginnings!