Which one are you?A Poem by andrew mitchell
Of the three birds flying
which one will die? In the un- mortared wall which rock will fall? While certainty looming casts its shadows,
uncertainty lies within - an unmarked grave unfilled, open, just waiting. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on May 17, 2018 Last Updated on May 17, 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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