The synapses of being in a sheltered moment.

The synapses of being in a sheltered moment.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Between shadows
light and dark,
the sun and moon
shine moments of being
in sun lit halls of the mind
where footsteps from the past
come closer as memories
trampled underfoot.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 15, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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