To catch a thief.

To catch a thief.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the past
has passed
and your youth
has flown,
the mirage
reflects no more.
Time has
deserted you
as memories shift
with the sands
in the clouds
of dusty trails
most visited
now haunted places.



© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Where does the time go? This piece resonated with me Andrew. Time the stealer. Time the thief. Brevity at its best.

Chris

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Added on July 26, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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