Upon the path of I spy.A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the seance
of moments around the dream table, a wandering thought moved across the Ouija board of lost prophecies finding a witch without a broom, and a path of brushed memories. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 9, 2020 Last Updated on July 9, 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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