A memento of a moment.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Silhouettes of past
stand tall as shadows against the cottage chimney masked in mist. All the while the backdrop of the rolling hills in grey follow the lines of the pencil on yesterday's new canvas. As the sun nurses the landscape wounds, with clouds frowning, the moment was framed, the horse and cart seem unmoved. Trapped in time between glass and paper - a constant reminder... the pressing of a silverfish.
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1 Review Added on December 12, 2019 Last Updated on December 12, 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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