On the dream framed, he was brushed aside!A Poem by andrew mitchell
What could possibly lie
behind the idyllic colours of paradise displayed of pastels brushed in flowing harmony, but hell itself.... to keep the balance. Noisy, frustrated in thought, insanely jealous of imagery provided, never reaching the end of contentment within, but the artist, himself.
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2 Reviews Added on May 15, 2017 Last Updated on May 15, 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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