While in the shade.

While in the shade.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Do shadows move
when time stands still
or do they wait
for the stroke of midnight?

He lived in the shades of many,
but he had his own trusted shadow
who followed his every move.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on October 13, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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