In the moment of moss gathering.A Poem by andrew mitchell
With drapes drawn
across the sky, upon night fall clouds of tears pour soaking the grounds of moments planted. While somewhere between heaven and earth thoughts twinkle looking over - a million eyes. Until the blink of dawn rises, shadows run for cover across the footsteps of time in the moment of moss gathering. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
Stats
12 Views
Added on August 9, 2020 Last Updated on August 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
|