The mirage of self.

The mirage of self.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The mirage of memories
shimmered in the
sands of time
reflecting moments
once lived
never reached again
in the journey to mind’s end.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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How very curious, I was only just contemplating that self same thing... tis a small world indeed & I have an open mind... I thoroughly enjoyed these fine words Andrew & I shall visit them again, no doubt...... All Good Things, Neville

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Thank you kindly Neville. Funny how triggers can stimulate the same thoughts!
Neville

7 Years Ago

True enough Andrew & my very sincere pleasure.... N

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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