During the rhythm of the night.A Poem by andrew mitchell
At heaven's door
no longer under lock and key I crawl through her window, her soul bares all, and lurking in the shadows, a goods train passes by. Hundreds of arms outstretched, extended reach out begging while each track echoes the beats of her heart; they have no faces I hear their cries long into the rhythm of the night. As the train disappears into the clouds of darkness; in the garden of Eden through wrecks and ruins, - the ugliness of it all, another fly is caught in her web.
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Added on September 22, 2019 Last Updated on September 22, 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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