Scanning over winter's solstice.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There's a hush
over the rainbow a prism of colours in the night- fantastic! Snowflakes reflecting a star speckled night, a snowman watches melting in thought losing his carrot. Where impressions walk out into the wilderness disappear in white a cold wind whispers through the chameleons of shadows ever changing as light encompasses them, bowing to authority the darkness follows. Meanwhile, the focus in question was orange, pointed, lying buried in a moment.
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Added on December 29, 2017 Last Updated on December 29, 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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