The cloud was under your umbrella!A Poem by andrew mitchell
As your cyclone of words
approached in a circle of extreme ferocity, your sentences wrapped around me ever tightening, your force causing an upsurge in tears, I was choked for words. On your release, the damage done, there was no goodbyes just lies remain on tomorrow's puddle.
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1 Review Added on March 27, 2017 Last Updated on March 27, 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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