‘Twas a dead lineA Poem by andrew mitchell
In a world of angelic white
the page pondered, empty hearted awaiting for pen. Miss Paper? Yes! We have some bad news. Your rendezvous with pen has been cancelled. The thought is dead. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on February 8, 2024 Last Updated on February 8, 2024 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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