The devil’s chamber of hard knocks.A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the sky opened
third from the sun in the after hours shadows in the dark travelled the path of longing. I shot an arrow in the air, the last flight, a penchant to dream, love on the loose - judgement night. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on September 8, 2019 Last Updated on September 8, 2019 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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