The black holeA Poem by andrew mitchell
Passing through
a phase there was no rear vision mirror nor was there a road lying ahead. There was only darkness proceeded by more darkness where light at the end was just hope within a universal blindness. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 11, 2021 Last Updated on December 11, 2021 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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