When shadows turn in the macabre!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The macabre
was no more a presence of mind living in the shadows, dark foreboding eclipsing the rationality of common sense while light was given shining once more, a glimmer of hope as shadows ran in the safety of the dark creating hysteria.
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3 Reviews Added on September 22, 2017 Last Updated on March 16, 2018 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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