Ghosts and tombstones.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Showering emotions
wandering skies thunder thoughts gather clouded. Criss cross swords monoliths shade hollow chants shining silver. Echoes cry skulls chatter digits scratch drunken swagger. Marked shadows earthly slumbers shrinking violets dead roses lie. Loves grey lost crawls slowly worms digesting pages of memories. Halloween laughs dead bones walking cold kisses frayed amongst littered hugs rustling, tender is the night when scavenging love fades. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on October 30, 2017Last Updated on October 30, 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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