A historic fireplace is lit.

A historic fireplace is lit.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A haunted isle of thoughts gather
where ghosts and legends
are preserved
as historic buildings
visited in the mind.

Where fireside thoughts
warmed by recollection
of what was
now in ashes
comes to life
as I stoke the eternal fire
to rekindle the flame of memories
that breathed life are
but no more
as time's candle
melts on the counter.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 26, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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