A trilogy of moments.

A trilogy of moments.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Footprints of a moment
seen clinging to
life's mortality
disappear over
the sands of time.

Through a lens
an eye is captured
by the legs
of a moment
that now stands still.

He who wanders very far
won't be back
anytime soon
for lost always
plays its part.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 6, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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