Symphonies of war.A Poem by andrew mitchell
As the melody
was played on strings arched, the arrows pointed, centre stage. The criss cross of blades had chimes tingle, while the click of the muskets resonated bass; all had range that fired echoes. Symphonies of war dished out in unison with no encores drawn on the final curtain.. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 1, 2017 Last Updated on March 1, 2017 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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