At the party.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Lost in the masquerade
in a carnival of deception where airs and graces shower like rain minds flirt like swords fencing with words conquering hearts that bleed swearing an oath, an allegiance to finding true love. With the flood gates open hearts that fall pitter patter end up with cupid’s arrow. © 2020 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 14, 2020 Last Updated on January 14, 2020 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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