Replacements are in queuesA Poem by andrew mitchell
Dizzy is the love
From highs above. But one slip, one fall The love plummets Freefall. To the ground Crushed. The spell broken, Love, expelled; A puff! On pavement runs To be found A stranger, new. The love shoots Rising again, Growing, opening, A flower; a love Through rose coloured glasses. Another one's treasure A love That will follow Its course, measured By time.
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4 Reviews Added on June 11, 2015 Last Updated on June 11, 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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