My shadow stalks me.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Trapped in the mirrors of haze
I spiral down the banisters of time, the moonbeam light shows the way irrigated thoughts rain on pools of collected memories huddled around the dying embers of my ancestors I nest while my shadow stalks me.
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1 Review Added on November 6, 2017 Last Updated on November 6, 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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