The curse of abrasive sands.

The curse of abrasive sands.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The depth 
of your caress
in the beginning
was insatiably deep,
but time brought on
tidal changes in passing.

I found myself alone
in your shallows, beached
in the sands of time;
your footprints disappearing,
and your love....
a mirage
now left in
my thinking.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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ooh that's very clever - you do have a knack for writing like this - my mind just don;t seem to spin like that ... love and love lost out to sea in two fine stanza's - clever you X

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Elizabeth
amazing write, i adore the compelling & stunning imagery that vividly captures one haunted by a love lost

your word weaving is spellbinding & is testimony to your gifted pen. - bravo!!
thank you for sharing- x

Posted 8 Years Ago


ms. barrie

8 Years Ago

you're most welcome, this is stellar write! will be back to meander around your poetic garden soon.. read more
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

i look forward to your visit and your works:):)
ms. barrie

8 Years Ago

awh, Andrew, you're far too kind! thank you - xx

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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