A nightime tourA Poem by andrew mitchell
Dark floors uninhabited shiver
footsteps creak over the very spine of its existence allowing the wind of the past travel through the keyhole turning the key unlocking tomorrow. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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Added on April 21, 2024 Last Updated on April 21, 2024 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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