A Spirit of people diedA Poem by andrew mitchell
Empty are the drum beats...flat
Its heart, the Cherokee Pillaged, robbed; ....land, no more From White eyes. Their spirit dead As the white eagle Above soars.
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4 Reviews Added on May 6, 2015 Last Updated on May 6, 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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