Where the grass sways I’m moved.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A bygone era
where the years draw nigh, where new beginnings of yesterday never lose touch with tomorrow calling. Black shadows play amongst tombstones grey the moonlight from above seems so inviting, but I have to go my footsteps into the future are waiting, and I cannot miss a step. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on October 22, 2021 Last Updated on October 22, 2021 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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