Sleep.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The sky is nigh
dreams float high from a sea of waves I see an old place cut off from the world where serenity lies between black and white and stars blink a mind's surrender.
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2 Reviews Added on July 26, 2018 Last Updated on July 26, 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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