A fleeting glimpseA Poem by andrew mitchell
He tilts his hat forward
The informal hello Acknowledging your presence Dressed in black He walks on. Quick eye contact,given Of thoughts wary. Thoughts move on Disappearing in the Shadows...... In a blink of an eye He's gone.
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3 Reviews Added on July 6, 2015 Last Updated on July 6, 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.. |

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