Tunnel vision.

Tunnel vision.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A kaleidoscope of memories
through the prism
of my mind changes
as the white light
at the end of the tunnel grows
in statue but
it’s not a train.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 7, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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