NIGHTLY WANDERINGS OF A WORLD INSIDEA Poem by andrew mitchell
You're fast asleep
And the dream kicks in To wrap around you As your seclusion begins. Where no one can find you; You're all on your own For your door is now closed As you're not at home. Entering a world Which is somewhat grey, Neither hot or cold As you begin your stay. And in this space You travel far. No sense of time It's all bizarre. To find a world That seems so real But lacks substance For you cannot feel Then you're awoken suddenly And the dream's swept away As your outside door slowly opens To the reality of today.
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Added on March 4, 2015 Last Updated on March 4, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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