I was being followed.A Poem by andrew mitchell
I was being followed.
Moving shadows dark encircled my thoughts all earth bound chasing, the shrieking eagle echoed on blue skies, far casting no doubt I'm being followed; watched. Under the protection of night the oil lantern held high the cast of swinging shadows pretended to entertain while shrieks still travelled on night lit stars rebounding, shadows closed in
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1 Review Added on July 7, 2016 Last Updated on July 7, 2016 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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