The pattern.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Through kaleidoscope eyes
the mosaic mind follows the footsteps of shadows on tiled floors reflected by stained glass hues. The steely resolve of wrought iron gates closes, the earth smiles at the sky, prays blow in the wind, no where to be found, and a raven perched on a gargoyle follows the lines of a black cat disappearing.... from view.
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3 Reviews Added on February 9, 2020 Last Updated on February 9, 2020 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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