THE TRANSITIONA Poem by andrew mitchell
Caged in the day
With barb-wire fence And high brick walls Guarded are my thoughts. A transition from a working day.... With the sun setting Into the west My gates are opening. Free range are my thoughts. ......a day's end, I'm home.
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2015 Last Updated on April 24, 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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