It's just phoneticsA Poem by andrew mitchell
Are you a good poem
or a bad poem you ask yourself. Depends on how much coffee you've had, be it consumed. When the poem awakes from deep sleep and the flow of words blows your way... a new spark ignites an old flame - an unfinished symphony, a poetic impulse online outward bound starting a sonority. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on October 14, 2022 Last Updated on October 14, 2022 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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