A stroll through cemetery lane.A Poem by andrew mitchell
To walk along a crooked mile
to find the haunted inn one journeyed through the ethereal mind of ghostly shadows in the mist of memories of macabre thoughts, there lies the open window. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on July 4, 2018 Last Updated on July 4, 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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