The ghostly gatherings of those long gone.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The ghostly gatherings of those long gone.
The goodbyes shadowed the excited hellos on her passing. Remembrance dominated the final curtain out of respect, but applause concerning the deceased fell on deaf ears, empty; the living now gone. It was a quiet party for she's one of them now. The ghostly gatherings at the Old Vic. " Did you hear something?' asked the security guard. " Nope! Boy, are you spooked tonight." replied his partner.
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Added on August 29, 2016 Last Updated on August 29, 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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