All is stillA Poem by andrew mitchell
His heart heavy
Against cold wind. Covered in ice, Frozen within. His heart....... hibernates 'Til next spring.
© 2015 andrew mitchell
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4 Reviews Added on May 4, 2015 Last Updated on May 4, 2015 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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