Dressed in red, naked!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Dressed in red, naked!
You could not run, the smoke had started. dressed in red, billowing high, radiating heat, signalling goodbyes. She bled those dry now black souls rise while crows cry, night time skies. She left, bricks and mortar littering the grounds; crumbled carcasses today's surrounds. In what was green burnt sheep stand defiant wondering...... "What happened!"
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2016 Last Updated on February 20, 2016 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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