When love was only sleeping.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Distraught was the love
travelling down the pen, hesitating as the ballpoint made contact with paper. While some say love was to be abandoned, left on paper; love was found to be between two silk sheets covering the pages accompanied by hugs and kisses where love was only sleeping.
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Added on December 20, 2020 Last Updated on December 20, 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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