Evergreen.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Evergreen.
His fear was evergreen he could not shake; the leaves of autumn, fear. Shackled he could not remove the chains binding on what lies ahead, the future. Trapped he lay while autumn decayed, today linked the future, dismayed.... of the fear.
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2 Reviews Added on June 2, 2016 Last Updated on June 2, 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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