Come out from where you hide Sun!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I tried to measure
the length of day before the sun slipped into grey, but graced by the moon now in my sight, carrying me through the dread of night, I wait.... until the sun gets out of bed while I mingle amongst the shadow's dead.
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Added on June 2, 2017 Last Updated on June 2, 2017 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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