The ghost angel.

The ghost angel.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the phantasm
of you
was the ghost
of creation
that turned
your soul
over to me
for the required
time of ....
as long as
the universe can run.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 4, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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