The circle encircledA Poem by andrew mitchell
The circle encircled.
Shadows march on winter's breath, together in darkness, the blackness of eternal night encompasses a small taper of light, melting. Waiting, encircling a small star will be engulfed, dressed in black, snuffed out in the fright.
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4 Reviews Added on March 22, 2016 Last Updated on March 22, 2016 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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