Obscured by clouds.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Knocking at the door
of the lighthouse tower no one is home but stares where the pointing to the sky appears downward, and logic unwinds from a loose cannon in need of repair. The scene is set, the sky is blue but shimmers on reflection, memories lie on skimming stones until the thoughts disappear on the meniscus of calm as time rides on a breeze to the horizon. © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2019 Last Updated on February 5, 2019 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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