At your doorstep.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the dream
that had wings flew away, the carnage lay in the sleep broken while the heart stood at your doorstep, knowing there was no door. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 13, 2017 Last Updated on December 13, 2017 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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