11/28/2020
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Filling a page with scratches,
With symbols of despair.
Desperate to find meaning
Through markings in space.
Combining words
Over and over again
Different varieties
Unique variations
Until they sound important.
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But they aren’t.
.
There is more meaning
In an empty page
Then in all the countless pages
I have filled.
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Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe.
A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives.
Please visit his website at AFWinter.com.
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