The ligaments of thoughts bend in mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was no need
to cast shadows past, I was walking in their presence, dead, of tombstones mottled grey. Littered by the travelling of browns and golds, decayed, the church bell chimes echoed against the exiled buried. While the ghosts smiled carried by the unforgiving wind alongside the canvas of brooding skies the clouds gathered cloaked in their darkness painted, with the ligaments of thoughts torn the murder of crows cry. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2018 Last Updated on May 16, 2018 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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