The homeless live in brevity.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the cupped hands
embraced the warmth of life’s breath in the shadows coughed a shivering moment. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on October 24, 2018 Last Updated on October 24, 2018 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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