Touches of sad remainsA Poem by andrew mitchell
Touches of sad remains.
Under the arch, of weeping willows; one cries below; the golden slumbers curled, scattered, over ground dead. Battle cries! Mother clutches sad remains.
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Added on January 21, 2016 Last Updated on January 21, 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.. |

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