The waves of rhythm in verse sunk.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The seven seas of rhythm
rang out over the light house passing as the albatross shrieked " To cry you a song", drowned in the storm the dream in a bag collected burst showering those on starboard echoing ahoy below the crow's nest. As hope walked the plank, sword in its backside, the flag of skull and bones wavered, the rocks and waves treasured their feast, all thoughts were lost.
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1 Review Added on October 22, 2018 Last Updated on October 22, 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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