An evening falls on tomorrow's sunrise.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Archaeologists dig deep
within shipwrecked minds gathering sand, the tides of time erase, awash in waves breaks on life's surf caressing sunken memories- still the tick tocks while the beating sun signals a farewell goodbye meeting the horizon riding on a slice of a moment an evening falling, a mind lies empty.
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Added on November 22, 2017 Last Updated on November 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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