The imaginary pageantry in mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the imaginary pageantry world
where all the king's horses and all the king's men are held at bay; the night palace of dreams assemble in kaleidoscope colours. In the gallery of stars shining bright embers sparkle leading the way in every twinkle. A cathedral of thoughts follow in tune as the Pipe Piper dips his thumb in the pie masking as.... little Jack Horner.
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1 Review Added on January 3, 2020 Last Updated on January 4, 2020 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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