Wrapped in griefA Poem by andrew mitchell
Wrapped in grief.
When he left in a hurry, a void of darkness appeared,descending. Her tears crashing onto the floor, thunder; sniffles hurricanes into tissues wet. Echoes dance on walls marked sorrow, she saw the book, on table placed, named " Us." On the page opened she read scrawled. " The End!"
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2016 Last Updated on February 20, 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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