The passing orbit of a memory.

The passing orbit of a memory.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What was captured
was no photograph
but a moment
lost in my grasp
splashed on the walls
of my mind's vault
of visual illusions
expanding from reality
expressed in thoughts
distorted by
the truth of magic
where memories
are found embedded.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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