A taste of your seasons once more, I bow.A Poem by andrew mitchell
During your winter’s silence
whispers through now naked trees brought news of autumn memories where moments frolicked in the growth of spring only to become scantily clad in the light and heat of summer. Under the stars of candle lights to their delight, your reflective shadow danced upon the walls and in a flicker... you were gone. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 2, 2021 Last Updated on December 2, 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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