Nature's claim.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Nature's claim.
While the cold wind sends shivers, the hairs on my neck rise; nature's canvas comes adrift from its frame curling, rolling..... I find myself caught, wrapped in my own sarcophagus. Nature's claim.
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2 Reviews Added on July 24, 2016 Last Updated on July 24, 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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