When the momentum of lips stopped.

When the momentum of lips stopped.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Drifting through
a memory
torn and tattered
was the thought
that believed
dancing to the belief
that all was
immortal
even when
the music stopped.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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wow, when the record is over, some things do die...
haunting piece of writing, andrew.
we have to pray that there is always one more song.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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