An apple for hire!A Poem by andrew mitchell
There was much
to be felt in the last kiss. The sorrow, the desperation, knowing the departure - the disconnection was going to be the final farewell. ...in the epitaph a break of a forbidden fruit lies on the ground.... The tearing apart from the velvet cushion opens the weirs, a bond now broken. As naked nymphs frolicked in the sun under pagan views over Stonehenge, one watched the forbidden fruit ripen in the apple yard - in an orchard of paradise lost.
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3 Reviews Added on August 18, 2019 Last Updated on August 18, 2019 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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