Set adrift.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Set adrift.
As one writes to engulf, the ropes are sawn, set adrift on words not required no more. The world of seriousness prevails over humour under the clouds of silence for evermore.
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Added on November 7, 2016 Last Updated on November 7, 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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