Across the street.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The house of Quiet
became the house of Love which in turn became the house of Wellness. Next door, the house of Cards became the house of Violence where the house of Representatives clashed leading to the house of No-more. Across the street was the house that Jack built. Along side, the house of Usher began to fall, and next door the house of the Rising Sun shone brightly. At nightfall, the sky was lit by the house in the Moon, far away I heard the house of Laughter. But there was no light in the house of Sadness they went to the house of Pray. Following the stars a house on Wheels went by looking for the house of Dreams. behind the houses of the Holy.
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10 Reviews Added on October 22, 2018 Last Updated on October 22, 2018 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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