A stroll through cemetery lane.

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
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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