What lies beyond time’s equator?A Poem by andrew mitchell
Would you pass the bread
that feeds my soul living under my bricks and stones before time steals my last breath placing me beneath the cold slab where slumber lies eternally along side Mother. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on October 22, 2017 Last Updated on October 22, 2017 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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