And now forA Poem by andrew mitchell
In the spectrum
of colours black and white didn’t turn up. I was warned don’t go there! But where is there exactly? I can see chaos but I can’t feel calm. How many forgets are there in forgetfulness? Seems a lot! Who put the end in send? Finally! © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on November 23, 2023 Last Updated on November 23, 2023 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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