The calling!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Sprawled across the page
Was her love written. Boldly, urgent, hurried. Now cradled are her thoughts In my arms, hugged tightly. No words spoken, The nourishment needed. Her love understood.
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3 Reviews Added on August 10, 2015 Last Updated on August 10, 2015 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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