The writer’s bubble.A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the writer’s bubble burst
the ink did flow into the drowning pool of thoughts where the fountain pen poured out its emotions that filled the dry well, and the mind tattooed the paper. © 2018 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 16, 2018 Last Updated on July 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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