A shooting star he was.

A shooting star he was.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There was a hole in the shadow
he saw the light
for he was the shadow
after all,
where memories flashed before him
a shooting star he was
until space took over once more....

turning off the light.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 4, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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