In the end, just monoliths in time's reflections.

In the end, just monoliths in time's reflections.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There was nothing untoward,
we were all just moving pictures
fading under time's rule.

© 2017 andrew mitchell



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..

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