The belfry of mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Shadows dance
around the belfry of my mind where the church bells ring by hooded cloaks cries. Mists encircle harp strings broken monuments fall from heavens above against dark atheist’s skies reign the tombstones have spoken. Where thunder writes lightening strikes echoing the sentiments of those that are wicked.... As the ill wind blows on pages blown dust becomes you- the book of death closes. Shadows dance the belfry of mind my immortal stone crumbles.... in the legends of time. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on November 3, 2017Last Updated on November 3, 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..Writing
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