He walked the lines of poetry and fell.A Poem by andrew mitchellThe write is basically about not being able to understand another poet's write and in a brief moment you wander into a daydream only to become totally lost.
When the poem
had no sound was the period of silence death? Hanging onto someone else's words he fell through the space between the verses belonging to a world that had no meanings. Flying his flag on his own persona, he sailed above the flow of words until the love from the heart of poetry was siphoned dripping away; the image of he started to crack, the shadow of meaning was lost and in the confusion a thought was buried.
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1 Review Added on December 6, 2020 Last Updated on December 6, 2020 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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