Changing colours.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the conversation
between two travelled backwards irreversible, emotions stormed forward. The collective of feelings: colours of the rainbow fell like shards of glass temporarily, shattered, leaving only one colour blue for two.
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Added on May 6, 2016Last Updated on May 6, 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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