My estuary (revised)A Poem by andrew mitchell
My estuary
Teary eyes a lake could fill, a dam collects, a river spilled. Tears of love, feelings that grew, drops of sadness, red eyes blue.
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1 Review Added on January 28, 2016 Last Updated on January 28, 2016 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..Writing
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